Yearly Archives: 2016

The Sound of 1,000 Golfers

Do you play golf? I don’t. Its appeal is lost on me. I could probably learn to like it but, like cigar smoking, I see no reason at this point in my life to cultivate a new, expensive habit that might only serve to annoy my wife (I’ve got enough old habits that do the job just fine). But last week, my friend Shawn was in town visiting for a few days. Matt, Rick and I wanted to do some […] Click to read more…

 

Rinse And Repeat

In what has become an increasingly rare alignment of my adult and near-adult children’s respective calendars, we had a 10-day period earlier this month when everybody was home at the same time. That’s unusual. My son Evan lives in Memphis. My daughter Emily lives in Tacoma. And my son Jonathan, while technically still a high school-age resident of our house, is verifiably spotted with Yeti-like frequency. And so we planned a three-day, family getaway to nearby Brattleboro, Vermont. As always, […] Click to read more…

 

Are You White House Bound?

By any chance, have you been following the upcoming U.S. presidential race? (Note to non-Americans, please keep your laughing to a minimum; it rattles the candidates.) For any number of reasons – nearly all of which I’m not going to get into – it’s been, shall we say, unusual, relative to prior races. Listen To This Post There is one thing in particular that’s caught my attention: This time around, the primaries really matter. Not just the primaries in general, […] Click to read more…

 

The Iceman Winith

(Listen to this post, here.) 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, […] Click to read more…

 

Schmuck-Based Marketing

Much to my surprise, I actually care what my grass looks like. Surprise, because while growing up, I could never understand my dad’s unwavering interest in the condition of the front lawn. And I mean unwavering. He spent hours walking around the house, shovel in one hand and a pocket full of grass seed in the other. Anytime he spotted a patch of brown he would dig it up, drop some seed and move on to the next area of […] Click to read more…