Wednesday, October 14, 2026
Winnie the Pooh Day (An Iceman Story) Every family has its own canon of stories, but ours carries the Iceman—the man whose adventures freeze into memory and thaw only when retold on long roads, around camp tables, and in the quiet places where humor and grace meet. On October 14, Winnie the Pooh Day, one such tale rises again. We were traveling to Philmont Scout Center — Vinny, Rachel, Dara, Nicole, and the rest of us — driving deep into the New Mexico backcountry for a week of training and adventure. The trip began in Kingman, where we stopped at McDonald’s. The kids grabbed a bright yellow Winnie the Pooh CD from the counter rack. We tossed it into the stereo and headed east, unaware that this innocent purchase was about to become legend. Hours passed. Civilization thinned. The desert widened. And somewhere beyond the last reliable restroom, you felt the first tremor — the tightening, the warning, the unmistakable command. You announced it with the urgency of a man facing judgment: ...