Author Archives: Michael Katz

Do Your Rules Still Make Sense?

They’re building a new house across the street from us. Not sort of across the street. I mean directly across. So close that you could stand on my front step and, with a really good heave, toss a chicken leg into the hole where they just poured the foundation (not that I’ve ever done this more than twice). And so as you might imagine, there are often a number of construction-type vehicles around. Such was the case yesterday afternoon when […] Click to read more…

 

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…

 

Remarkable You

My wife, Linda, is tired of hearing me tell this story. Which is precisely the reason I’m about to tell it to you… Back in mid-summer we ordered a new couch for our spare bedroom. A couple of weeks ago, the store emailed to say it was ready and would be delivered that weekend. Sure enough, around 10:00 a.m. on Saturday morning the doorbell rang. I opened the door and saw a young man standing on our front steps holding […] Click to read more…

 

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…

 

Going Postal

Over the past few decades, the US Postal Service has become increasingly less interested in bringing me my mail. Twenty years ago, in our first house, our letter carrier came up the front walk and pushed the mail through a slot in the door. Ten years ago, in our next house, he/she stopped coming to the door and, instead, left the mail in a box at the end of the driveway. Today, the mail stops half a mile away, in […] Click to read more…