Category Archives: Start With These

Happy Birthday To Me

I had a birthday this past Sunday (not that you bothered to call). And I have to tell you, it was one of the best I can ever remember. It began Saturday night when friends came over for dinner (punctuated by my wife Linda bringing out a delicious chocolate cake). Sunday, we drove into Boston to catch a Red Sox game, happened to run into our friends Tom and Marie while walking through Fenway Park, and agreed to meet up […] Click to read more…

 

The Iceman Winith

Much to the surprise of nobody who’s ever heard me try and pronounce the word “drawer,” I grew up on Long Island. It was a nice place to be a kid and while I confess that I don’t have a very clear recollection of the details, I have good reason to believe that I had a happy childhood. Spring, in particular, brought with it a number of things worth smiling about. Bike riding, tree climbing, and stickball in the street, […] Click to read more…

 

Why Your Writing Has No Impact

They say you never forget your first love and for me, that’s totally true … … I remember the exact moment I first tasted pesto. It was 23 years ago, in the summer of ’92. Nothing in my life has been the same since. It began when my wife Linda and I were eating dinner at an Italian restaurant in Lexington, Massachusetts with our friends Val and Mike. I don’t know why, but instead of my usual veal marsala or […] Click to read more…

 

Bagel And Goliath

They closed the bagel store near my house. That’s right, closed. I showed up for breakfast a few weeks ago – as I have been doing two or three times a week for the past ten years – and the place was shut down cold. Uh oh, that’s a problem. And so thinking as clearly as a man without coffee can think, I hopped back in my car and drove around the corner to Panera Bread. Listen To This Post I […] Click to read more…

 

It’s Good To Be King

I probably shouldn’t admit this, but it’s a fact: My personal popularity peaked in mid-1983. And while I like to think of myself as an optimist, I doubt it will ever reach such heights again. Was it because I owned several Culture Club albums? No, but I did. Was it because I had a full head of beautiful hair? Well, that certainly didn’t hurt, but no, that’s not the reason either. It’s because I was a bank teller. Listen To […] Click to read more…