Growing Old, Gracefully.

I’m prone to falling. Not a good thing at my age. Particularly when you have your hands in your pockets. Now, when I climb the rocky hill across our creek, Poncer Mountain (named after our first dog), I never have my hands in my pockets. I’m ready for the fall that is bound …

I have a close friend. Let’s call him Buzz to throw him off. Buzz bugs me. He knows everyone I know and all of the people those people know. We can’t go into a restaurant or walk in downtown Carson City without hearing, “Hey Buzz, let’s get together soon,” or “Don’t …

Back when my company, The Change Companies, experienced a rapid spurt of sales, our small team needed to spend day after day putting our pages into three-ring binders. The employees were weary of this dull work. Going home after eight hours with numerous paper cuts, my …

In grade school, Velvet Abbot really ticked me off. Whenever the class received a treat, perhaps a cookie or a candy bar, the rest of the class gobbled it up like normal kids do. Hours went by, and there would be Velvet, still with her treat in the middle of her desk for all …

A few months ago, I was honored to enter the Lyons Township High School Hall of Fame. It came as a complete surprise, and I felt happy and humbled by joining some famous former graduates. After riding in the lead car in the homecoming parade and throwing candy to the kids …