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A Well Run Life

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...