I get tangled up over the silliest of circumstances. I’m sure you would handle this one better than I did – but how? Here’s the scenario: I’m leaving a Kohl’s department store, and two women are about to enter. I graciously open the door for them. As they are midway through …
Well into my seventies, I wish I could say I’ve become a patient guy. But little things still bother me, and I can get in a bad mood over the smallest matters. However, I’ve discovered the perfect spot to practice being a better person. It’s my local Starbucks. Throngs of …
Since age 50, I’ve lived in some nice houses. But houses don’t matter much. It’s what goes on inside. When I was a junior in college, I lived in the Broom ’n Spoon. Built years before as a cheap office for used-car salesmen, the structure sat in the middle of a parking lot. …
It ticks me off when mental health experts use the bubble bath as an example of a reward or special treat. What’s more, this message is often directed exclusively to women. My bubble bath is an essential part of a full day. It’s not a luxury or a reward. I do not need to …
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 …