Running & Being A Historical Saint

Today, I received a package in the mail addressed to "the worst attorney in Colorado a/k/a Gerald "The Bear" Oliver" from, um, chuckle, cough, clear throat...Shelton Law. The proprietor of that fine, profitable establishment is my good friend Greff Felton, a/k/a The Historian, a/k/a The Great Sheltano, a/k/a The Tiny Fists of Fury, a/k/a 5k.


Anyway, the package contained two books. The first, which has received numerous recent commendations, was Born to Run, the story of a tribe of running folks located deep within the bounds of Copper Canyon in Mexico. The second is described in the book's forward as "The philosophical bible for runners around the world." It is aptly named Running & Being. Despite the additional, unnecessary commentary on the exterior of the package, I very much appreciated my friend's generosity.


My Friend's Bible

Anxious to see what The Historian and many others found to be so inspirational, I quickly delved into the Bible at lunchtime today. While it seems appealing, I can hardly read the text as the highlightings of a young, impressionable 24 year old graduate of one of our country's most devoutly baptist institutions dot the landscape.

Enjoy.







To those that know him, I ask you these 5 questions:

1. Is he an artist?
2. Has he lived authentically?
3. What is his true religion?
4. Is his life unlived?
5. Is he a professional with clean, small white hands?

Well, I don't know the answers to these questions, but I know certainly that he is unique. While he may never be a Kronsky Award Winner, I love him dearly. So, let us raise our glasses of Freeheel Lager to Shelton, that beautiful bastard!