This is a story about a cat named Charlie and the lady who loved him. It all started when a small box mysteriously arrived outside the lady’s doorway. A tiny, gray kitty with bold, white markings popped his head through the top of the box and darted under the big rocking …
My boss Gordon told me for years not to sweat the tiny stuff. I wish he were here tonight. My bedroom and bathroom are being invaded by the tiny stuff – little, black ants who are parading around in their straight lines, marching as if no one can conquer them. I don’t know …
Okay, I promised myself I wouldn’t do another blog about our puppy, Jack Newsom, but he’s really getting on my nerves. Sherry loves him. He can do no wrong. Jack has full rein in our house – both floors. He can open doors I have closed tightly. Jack has a talent for …
Terri Potter was a good friend of mine. I met him during my freshman year at the University of Illinois when we pledged the SAE fraternity. We roomed together as pledges. We had fun dating girls, playing sports and drinking beer. Terri became president of the fraternity his …
Whenever my mother lost something (which was almost daily), she would put her hands together in prayer, look up into the heavens and say, “Saint Anthony, I know you are a busy guy but I’ve searched the whole house for my lost (glasses, purse, keys, earrings, perfume bottle, …
I shave my face quicker than any man still standing. It’s a skill I’ve been blessed with, probably thanks to generations and generations of Kuhls and Duffys who honed this talent long ago. If you are a doubter, time yourself. I can do a professional job in 35 seconds, …
I have a gift for you. My second book is moving into production at Health Communications, Inc. It is a high-quality, hardcover, four-color, 224-page book appropriate for your bookshelf or coffee table. The book includes many stories from the Aging blog and will go into …
I have made a bad mistake over and over. You should not be so silly. There are at least a dozen friends and colleagues who wish to check up on me. You know: “How’s it going, Don?” “Just wanted to see you.” “Let’s hit breakfast at the Cracker Box.” “I’ve been trying to reach …
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 …
