Not too long ago, I attended a conference at a huge Hilton property in Chicago. At this time, I was using my cane a good chunk of each week. The first two days of the conference, I tried to get by without it. Then I said to myself, “Hey Don, who are you trying to …
My German shepherds rarely follow my instructions. Simple orders like, “Don’t chase the cat” or “Bring me the newspaper” are ignored. No matter how rational my commands, I get nothing but blank stares. Trying to command behavior from others has never gotten me far. When my …
As I age, I fear I’m getting more wishy-washy. I keep going back and forth on decisions that younger folks make in an instant. For example, I eat a lot of cheese. I’m particularly fond of aged cheddar – but blue, Swiss, provolone, mozzarella, pepper jack and Parmesan also …
When I was a young man, I managed a Ramada Inn in Iowa. My boss, Rueben, lived in Denver and was an excellent mentor. One day, after I missed getting our cash to the bank two days in a row, I got a call from Rueben saying, “Don, the most important task you have is …
As I’m getting into my senior years, it dawns on me what I wish to put on my tombstone. “Here lies Don. He’s undone.” When it’s time for me to go to heaven, or at least to some spectacular spot, I know I’ll be in the midst of doing a whole bunch of things that …
Here I am, staring at my third week of recovery from my total hip replacement. I joined nearly 2.5 million people in the United States who are walking around with artificial hips. In the next 12 months, another 300,000 individuals will join our club. I’m not very good at …
I know one thing for sure: People change over time. I also have a hunch: In most cases, people get wiser and kinder when they reach their 70s, 80s and beyond. I have no statistical study to prove this hypothesis, but I have so many examples of friends and relatives who have …
“Too much sanity may be madness. And maddest of all, to see life as it is and not as it should be.” Man of La Mancha Around seventh grade, I read the first grown-up book of my life: Don Quixote. Blessed with a wild imagination and limited vocabulary, I devoured the adventure …
Dear reader, I apologize for the length of this particular post. I wrote it over five years ago, and it remains my favorite, maybe because it’s about Billy Bragg. I read it on the first day of every month to get me off to a loving start. Since dogs romp through life at a …
My mother was full of gumption. On the first day I remember her, Irene Duffy Kuhl was soaping up the back of the bathtub so I could slide down it. She was still showing off her gumption the hour she died as she complimented a nurse on her “beautiful blue uniform,” while …