If I write another book, it will be titled “Things I Shouldn’t Have Done When I Was a Kid.” Memories keep floating back to me at the oddest times. Yesterday, I was vacuuming and suddenly remembered picking up golf balls in sixth grade at the Penkhus Driving Range. Steve, …
I wrote this in my journal 50 years ago: There’s two of me. The me who takes “important people” out for dinner and drinks. The me who must look good because “important people” tell me so. This me is going places. Everyone is watching me roll. The other me …
Here’s a great slogan I just made up: It’s not who you know – it’s who they know. My best friend and mentor for 50 years was Frank Tate. He got me out of jams and into graduate school. He gave me bucks when I was dead broke. He made me laugh when everyone told …
This may have been the worst morning of my lifetime. I show up at Sweetwater Pain and Spine (what a terrible name for a pain clinic). I’m to have a nerve study. What the hell is that? So I go into this tiny, white room with a doctor and an assistant. I’m asked to undress …
I made a huge blunder. My post on February 3 really sucked in so many ways. First, it was selfish. I’ve been stuck with this crappy, ego-driven, Frank Sinatra song, “My Way,” running through my head every night for weeks and weeks. I thought writing the blog might be my …
By my best calculation, I’ve hit about 37,000 drives in my golf lifetime. Yet, after all those attempts, I’ve only scored one hole-in-one. It was in the early 1970s at Blackhawk Country Club in Madison, Wisconsin. It was on the 18th hole, 141 yards. Good golfers (and I …
I was daydreaming yesterday. In my mind’s eye, I wound up in this dump of a bar. I was sitting next to a skinny guy with funny hair. He seemed a little down and out. I asked what was bugging him so bad that he found himself sitting at a bar at 10 in the …
I have this pal who has gained far too much weight over the last decade or so. He’s experiencing some serious health problems, and he’s concerned. I’ve been thinking about how I could help my friend out. So I said, “Stanley, here’s the deal. Let’s see who can …
Certain images do not leave me. I have a few of them locked in my mind forever. The most recent one inspired an earlier blog post about our four white Swiss shepherds guiding a newly born fawn to safety (to Sherry sitting on the front steps of our house). I received a lot of …
One thing confuses me like crazy. For many of my adult years, money was tight. I was barely getting by and struggling to meet my family’s needs while starting new business ventures. One time, I had a new regional sports magazine off the ground. Annual subscriptions were …
