One of my early mentors, Art Reynolds, told me I could get a good picture of the real me by studying the character and traits of my three best friends. I was in college way back then and thought of who I considered best friends. One was definitely my drinking buddy, Toby. He …
I’ve survived many frightening situations in my long life, but this Saturday morning beats them all. Background: My toes are a very private part of my body. I do not allow others to view, much less touch, any one of my toes. Frankly, I’m ashamed of them. My two baby toes …
Sherry, my wife, claims I suffer from the infamous IAR syndrome (“I’m Always Right”). I think of my best response. “Well, Sherry, you should use this to your advantage, because I am always right. Now you can count on that fact and behave in a more perfect …
I’m excited. I’m taking the California Zephyr train from Reno to Denver to celebrate Thanksgiving with my daughter, Kate, and her family. I haven’t been on a real train for nearly 50 years. Can’t wait to be chugging up and down the Rocky Mountains and going from one train …
How do I know there’s still a bit of a kid in me? I still love a parade. Last weekend was the Nevada Day parade. Like all parades, it’s unique. It goes on forever, over four hours. I think spectators must jump out of their folding chairs and join the back of the parade …
Without thinking much about it, I continue to find hidden treasures as I age. Other times, I don’t recognize one that is right on my path. Having weekly lunches with two great friends is one of my treasures. We share things in common. Each of us retired from owning …
They never let me know. I have buddies from grade school, high school and beyond who help make my older years enjoyable and meaningful. Then, without my permission, they drop dead. It’s not fair to me. I count on them. A few of them really liked me… I think. So from …
I don’t want to scold my dad, Vern. After all, he’s in heaven, fishing and soaking up the good life. However, I got a message last night from Saint Joseph, saying Vern’s staying clear of my mom, Irene, and she’s hanging out in the lonely corner of heaven. I know …
I’m stuck in a middle seat toward the rear of the plane, close to the bathroom that has been very popular recently. In fact, there is a line of seven passengers slowly marching forward, a few in obvious panic mode. As one departs the luxurious confines, an odor wafts out, …
I still have Washoe Valley mice multiplying in my glove compartment. In my first trap attempts, I used peanut butter or sharp cheddar cheese. However, they cleverly learned to delicately remove my bait without triggering the device. My higher education came into play. I …
