I can't even imagine. If my ex was dating Lady Gaga, or anyone famous for that matter, what the hell would I feel? Well, Lindsay Crouse breaks it down for me.

And, while she is at it, she provides commentary on living in a social media age when, well, having our exes, old friends, rivals, etc. in our lives -- without really being in our lives -- is just how it is.

Crouse brings us this column in the New York Times with humor, wit, a little pain and a bit of uncomfortableness. It is vulnerable, and crazy and absolutely the best thing I've read this week. 

   


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​Athens, Ohio is my hometown. I lived my first 18 years there, graduated from Athens High School and - in a bizarre twist of fate - returned to my hometown to attend graduate school, becoming an Athenian again from age 35-40. 

Joe Burrow's dad, before he retired last year, and my brother-in-law coached together for nearly a decade at Ohio University. Burrow's mother and my sister are friends. I briefly met "Joey" when he was in high school at a few tailgate parties before Bobcats football games. I'm certain he has no idea who I am and I do not know him. I know his parents are nice people, who welcomed my family as part of theirs, with whom I've shared hugs and beers. 

I know Will Drabold, who is mentioned in this article. He was an undergraduate at Ohio University's Scripps School of Journalism, where I taught while working on my doctorate. We served on the Publications Board together. I know Mrs. Hartman, who is pictured and quoted in the story. She was a pleasant fixture at our local grocery store while I grew up. Her daughter, Katie, and I worked on the Athens High School newspaper together and were friends.

This is a story, written deftly by the New York Times' Billy Witz, about my high school, my hometown. It's a story about great things that can happen when a little light is shined on a problem. It's a story of Joe's bigger-than-life success, his humble roots and the magic of words.

While I think this is the best story I've read about Burrow, Drabold and what has happened since the Heisman Trophy presentation, this isn't the entire story.  

​Athens, Ohio is a consummate college town surrounded by the generational and crippling poverty of Appalachia. Between the town and the university, it has produced Pulitzer Prize-winners, a Nobel Prize-winner, doctors, a baseball Hall of Famer, inventors, artists, a PGA champion, actors, and more - all of whom have had a positive impact throughout the world. It also has produced a disproportionate number of hungry, homeless and hopeless people.

A gifted, young football player pointed out, on the national stage, the economic and social complexity of my hometown. Then he went out and continued to showcase greatness. I don’t find him to be a “hero" (it's simply too much to put on a 23-year-old for shining a light on a problem), but rather to be a person of whom to be proud — and a reminder that we all come from somewhere we can find pride in, too.

It's the best thing I've read this week. 

Unforgettable stories. 

I am loathe to suggest that the atrocities committed by the Nazis -- as abhorrent and inexplicable as they were -- produced a "silver lining." Suggesting such a thing makes it sound like there were positives. There weren't. 

But, generations later, the people who survived the atrocities have given us something beautiful: Unforgettable stories. 

The New York Times' Keren Blankfeld found one of them -- the story of David Wisnia and Helen "Zippi" Spitzer. It's beautiful, tragic, triumphant and hopeless. The end gutted me. 

Still, you won't forget their story. 

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