Oct 23, 2017
The Road Runner at Grace Farms is eye-balling me.
He was there before me, and he is intent on not letting me forget it.
The bird presents himself to me every time I arrive. The colors of his plumage are much more subtle than I realized.
I know Road Runners differently because I focused on this Road Runner.
Oct 22, 2017
“Don’t talk to Pete. He is a dipshit.”
In another era of my professional life, I read this love-note on an e-mail from a disgruntled client to her boss. I am unsure whether I was copied intentionally – but I am sure it gave her a certain amount of pleasure that I got to read what she thought of me.
At that time...
Oct 17, 2017
Somewhere in the mid- 1960’s he is in the 10th grade and doing a handstand on the top rails of the Empire State Buildings observation deck.
Some volunteer parent looking after the high school kids take one look and faint dead-away.
An unfortunate gust of wind sends him tumbling like a fall leaf.
But it didn’t and...
Oct 7, 2017
"Ya ought to be ashamed of yourself!"
This is my first voicemail of the day.
When I worked for a giant company and held a position of authority and influence
I liked the money -
Everyone likes the money.
But next on the list was this:
Everyone returned my calls.