I’m so sorry, but I’m sending you a poem. Very few people really read and enjoy poems, but this one I wrote many years ago helped me age out of my stupidity. Showdown Rigorous Honesty dressed in white, sun at his back, rode into town. My gang took cover in the wasted …
I have a woman friend who is bright and witty, but there is this little sliver of her brain that retains and polishes up grudges like other people collect salt and pepper shakers. Her name is Shelly and I really like her. She has a Ph.D. in psychology and an MBA from …
I believe I should continue a lifelong habit well into my 70s: failure. Failure has been my pathway to success and happiness over my many years. As a kid, I failed at being the starting quarterback. Several girls I wished to date, politely informed me of their lack of …
He’s driving me nuts! This personal trainer named Johnny who got into my wife’s head. My wife, Sherry, is 72 years of age and, on a good day, 103 pounds. Johnny has her training for a powerlifting competition in Reno this month. She will do a dead lift, a squat and a bench …
I grew up fast in sixth grade in the dark confessional box at Saint Cecilia Church. I read my prepared list of safe sins in the dim light: “Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been three weeks since my last confession. Since then I have lied three times to my …
All the books about aging inform me of how wonderful it is that I have so much time on my hands. It’s as if I’m a 5-year-old kid in an old-fashioned candy store, and my extra minutes and days are being displayed in giant glass jars for me to just stick my hand in and …
Based on hanging around myself for a long time, I know the harm that comes from projection. I’m not a psychologist or therapist, but as an older man who likes people, I see the harm that comes from projecting my own problems onto others on almost a weekly basis. This is how …
During certain years of my life, I spent many hours in traffic gridlocks in major cities like Boston, Seattle, Chicago and Dallas. My impatience and frustration reached great heights. Washington, D.C. drove me nuts. One summer rush hour (actually many hours), it dawned on me …
One little thing that bugs me is when I’m in a coffee shop and a young, often attractive, waitress calls me “honey” or “sweetie.” I don’t translate those words to anything other than “old man.” A guy in his thirties or forties sits down in the stool next to me and the same …
Did you know Mark Twain used to hang out in Carson City with his brother, Orion? He’d drop down from his home in Virginia City and walk along the same sidewalks I currently stroll. It’s only natural then, on sleepy winter afternoons, for me to slip into conversations with …
