HAMPSTEAD
Outside the 3,600-square-foot house John Bunting and his wife had built after he lost the only coaching job he ever really wanted, a breeze rustles the boats in the marina. The Intracoastal Waterway is quiet on a Wednesday afternoon.
Inside, Bunting is walking up the stairs, past framed pictures of a lifetime in football – there he is at North Carolina, and with the Philadelphia Eagles; there’s when he snapped his arm landing on Calvin Hill – when it comes out: his philosophy on life.
“It’s a good life for me, have no complaints,” he says while Bella, his energetic Weimaraner, follows him.