Category Archives: Effective Writing

Beantown

I don’t want to overstate things, but were it not for my wife, Linda, I would have died years ago.  Why? Because that woman eats healthy food.  And, since we live in the same house, my “bad” food opportunities are severely limited.  Red meat? You won’t find any in our refrigerator.  Soda? Only the kind that goes in a gin and tonic.  Sugary cereals? White bread? Slim Jims?  No, no and you must be joking. But it’s not just that we avoid the […] Click to read more…

 

Lost In Translation

It’s been ten years since I last checked voicemail.  Is it because I don’t care what you have to say?  No. It’s because I use a cool service called YouMail which, among other things, sends me a text alert with a full transcription of every voice message I receive.  It’s not one hundred percent accurate and its refusal to transcribe obscenities means that most messages left by my brother Al are nearly impossible to follow. But it’s pretty good.  The other day, […] Click to read more…

 

Bear Necessities

You know me, I don’t like to brag.  But there are some things you just can’t keep to yourself.  It all started last Friday, when my wife, Linda, called to let me know there was water coming into our basement.  The weather had been very cold for several days and then, suddenly, it switched to very warm. Plus, it was raining hard.  With the ground still frozen solid, the water was pooling around the house. Some of it started leaking into […] Click to read more…

 

The Friendship Illusion

I was down on Long Island last weekend, attending my 40th high school reunion. It was, as you might expect, fascinating. Some people were a lot heavier. Some people had hardly changed at all. Others had gone almost completely bald, giving them the appearance of an extinct, prehistoric bird (hey man, no need to get personal). Listen To This Post And, as you might further expect, there was a lot of catching up to do. Given that I hadn’t seen most of […] Click to read more…

 

Information Underload

I turned the corner onto a quiet side street near my office. I was walking; he was driving a mail truck. As he came past me with the sliding door open, we nodded to each other in that not unfriendly, but not particularly inviting way that men here in New England are famous for. Something about him was definitely familiar. Before I could figure out what it was, I heard the truck stop behind me and an upbeat voice yell, “Hey, […] Click to read more…