Nov 26, 2017
It is an hour after Thanksgiving dinner.
Family traditions throttle the pace of any high holiday – national or religious.
I am currently throttling my 13 year-old nephew on the nearest basketball court in a post-turkey dinner game of HORSE.
In my family, you won every contest against an adult until you were a certain...
Nov 18, 2017
I am 20 and playing lead guitar.
I am by far the worst musician in the band.
They likely would have been a house-hold name if they had not been saddled with me.
We played together for a year, and thank god You Tube had not been invented - my children would not survive the embarrassment.
There was this...
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...