Category Archives: Confidence & Freedom

The Nature Of The Beast

I won’t lie to you – horses kind of scare me. They are just so immense. Of course, there are other large animals out there too. But you don’t often find yourself standing next to them. Or, as happened to me recently, climbing onto their backs and riding them (whose idea was this?). We were out in Western Colorado visiting my wife’s college friend Edie. Edie and her husband, Gary, live up in the hills at about 7,500 feet. They […] Click to read more…

 

To Xfinity And Beyond

The first concert I ever attended was on June 3, 1978 at Nassau Coliseum on Long Island. Unfortunately, the performer was Bruce Springsteen. I say unfortunately, because as any number of rock ‘n’ roll enthusiasts will tell you, Bruce Springsteen just may be the best live performer on Earth. And so after experiencing his speaker-climbing, story-telling, crowd-surfing, three-plus-hour extravaganza, I simply assumed this was the norm for live concerts. Listen To This Post That was a big mistake. Seeing Springsteen […] Click to read more…

 

Hunger Games

I live by two simple rules: Rule #1: Never sit in the front row of a comedy or dolphin show. In both cases, you’re liable to be more involved than you’d like. Rule #2: Never shop for food when you’re hungry. Here, you’re apt to buy things that you neither want nor need. And yet there I was, just this past Sunday, strolling into the Hannaford Supermarket around 2pm. I’d been running around all morning. I hadn’t eaten lunch. We […] Click to read more…

 

Leader Of The Pack

I run, but not very fast. Drop me into a 5K race and you can pretty much set your watch by my 10-minute miles (not that I recommend this). My children, on the other hand, are rather speedy. Youngest child Jonathan, for example, runs cross country as a high school junior and is solidly in the top seven or eight among his 40+ teammates. As a practical matter, that means that during a race with one (or more) other teams, […] Click to read more…

 

Rules Of Engagement

My flight’s landing into McCarran International Airport in Las Vegas last week was aborted at the last minute. Seriously. Not an oxygen-mask-deploying, Denzel-Washington-piloting, grown-men-sobbing (hey, I never said I was brave) abort, but scary all the same. We were coming in for what seemed like a normal landing on a beautiful, clear day. Suddenly, with the runway already visible, the plane abruptly changed its mind and steeply banked upward for several minutes, going back up through the clouds. Listen To […] Click to read more…