Growing Old, Gracefully.

In their late 70s, Vern and Irene lived in a little house in Boiling Springs, Pennsylvania. I’d visit them often as I roamed the East, selling Interactive Journals. The weather became a huge point of concern. My parents would hunker down in what they called the Florida Room, …

I’d like to know how you handle this old clothes thing. Until I retired, I never gave it much thought. I was on automatic. I’d buy clothes on sale as I needed them, often going through stacks of shirts and pants and underwear piled high on Costco tables. My unofficial rule …

Can you imagine? Irene, my mom, had this crazy expectation that her four children should have jobs shortly after we learned to walk. I was in sixth grade. One early morning, Irene dropped me off at a golf driving range in Ames, Iowa. It was still dark. A redheaded old guy …

The Hiram Scott College Research Department has done it again. While other “distinguished” universities publish silly research findings about sword swallowing, woodpecker headaches, ovulation cycles of lap dancers, and answering the vital question “Do humans swim …

I love college basketball, particularly the Wisconsin Badgers. This time of the year, I enjoy sitting and watching all the conference championship games. I don’t mind snacking on pizza, chicken wings, popcorn and such. Until I look down and see my stomach gradually …