Oh my goodness! There she was, cleaning out the garage, ready to throw away my heavy-hitting golf clubs. Sherry used her sympathetic voice. “You haven’t used your clubs in seven years. I’m saving your pitching wedge and putter so you can play a little putt-putt in our …
I know it’s bad – almost evil. I’ve kept this embarrassing secret for months. I can’t help myself. After a lifetime of courageously fighting the temptation, I’ve fallen prey to this loathsome habit. Many years ago, my mother, Irene, warned me of the evils of such …
Very few people have asked for my corporate advice on any aspect of business. It’s probably a good thing. I miss the mark quite often. However, experience has proved me correct on one point: Staying true to a clear, worthy mission is the most important thing I can do to be …
I just completed a sophisticated follow-up study on my last 285 blogs on aging. I will not bore you with the details of my meta-analysis or my double-blind approach. I’ll get right to the overriding conclusion. The briefer my blogs, the greater positive feedback I receive. …
It’s not like I don’t have enough to worry about this week. Yesterday, Sherry informs me I’m breathing through my mouth, and that’s all wrong. I say, “So what if I breathe through my mouth? It seems to be working for me.” She says, ”What are you going to do next? Eat …
Believe me. I’m a 34. So here’s the deal. For decades, I’ve been told to buy a belt size one inch bigger than my waist size. With my stomach sucked in, I’m a legitimate 33-inch waist with all my pants. Based on this knowledge, I just bought a 34-inch brown belt and a …
I’ve always been a risk taker. When I was a freshman in high school, I took my first commuter train ride into downtown Chicago. A friend had told me I could buy a magazine full of pictures of “pretty girls” at a drug store on State Street. There I was, at age 14, in a …
I didn’t notice it. My friends and colleagues had chosen to give me a pass. They didn’t want to hurt my feelings. Then, last week at the grocery store, a masked lady shopper asked me and my cart to move aside. We were slowing up traffic in the frozen food aisle. …
Why do some of my friends invest precious time with individuals who drive them nuts? As I age, I’m getting better at chasing after only people who bring joy to my life. I hide out from those other guys who leave me on empty. An example: I have a neighbor we’ll call Marty, …
Last night, shortly after dozing off, I started chatting with my friend Mark Twain. He was hanging around Virginia City, Nevada, trying to find a way to make a living. Mark said he was tired of prospecting for gold and silver, then coming up with a bunch of worthless rock. …