Landon Roussel's Blog: On the Primitive Way

    As I sat at the food court table of Boston’s Logan Airport Terminal A last Saturday, I struggled to keep myself from being a weeping mess. It was 5AM in the morning, and I had just received an email from a noted Spanish author who agreed to endorse my book. He offered kind words of consolation for the loss of my brother, bringing me to tears. This was not what I expected before my early morning flight. After a couple of minutes I took a deep breath and composed myself, trying to recollect my

  Monday marks the one-year anniversary of Cory's death. In his memory I am asking all who knew him to participate in a Twitter campaign. Starting on Monday, please post a picture, memory, link, song, video or phrase that reminds you of Cory under the #RememberingCory. I hope to create as large of a reach as possible on Twitter to keep his memory alive in the minds and hearts of his many people as possible. If you don't have Twitter, you could sign up once and just post for this or if you really

    I can still remember the phone call like it was yesterday. I had just swam with my son Benny at the Harvard Malkin Athletic Center gym when I checked my text messages in the locker room. "Please call back ASAP," my mom wrote. Her first words were: "Cory's dead." She had just been notified by the Harris County Medical Examiner. Little more information could be given than that, and she couldn't stay on the line for long. She was on hold with the Homicide Department to inquire about more

        Yesterday, you ran with me… Into the trees at George Bush park Along the lakes before Bethany’s wedding Ahead of me to Santiago de Compostela;   Yesterday, you danced with me… Impromptu into Bethy’s room to wake her In line all night to the Bulgarian hora Free style at Bethy’s wedding;   Today, you ran with me… Ahead of me in the trees along the Garden District Beside me in the lakes into the University Behind me at St James Episcopal Church;   Today, you danced with me… Impromptu to the

  Cory,       I see you as if it were yesterday—eating cafe con churros in the cozy salon de peregrinos in the Hostal de los Reyes Catolicos in Santiago de Compostela. We were among the first ten pilgrims to show up at breakfast time. The five star hotel was legally required to serve us food provided we show up with our Compostellas at the back door, which we did—the Cajun way.  There we were, in this cozy room, seated around the table, overlooking the Plaza de Obradoiro just adjacent to the[image error]

  An article I wrote for the Rice Thresher after walking the Way of Saint James the first time. Written in memory of a college Spanish professor who passed away. Rest in peace James Castañeda.   http://www.ricethresher.org/personal-...