Mother’s Day is always full of mixed emotions for me. I lost my mom to cancer in 1971, just days before starting high school. My dad remarried two years later to someone he met at a social group for widows … Read More
We were set up by mutual friends who thought we’d be a good couple. I asked her out to dinner and she accepted. On the way to the restaurant my fire pager went off for a call so I asked … Read More
[Note: This is going to be kind of rambling and personal, feel free to skip if you don't care much about football or me.]
I’ve been thinking how I might want to sum up the year just passed and I’m not sure I can do it without mentioning a lot of things that I’m not comfortable sharing online. But without them, there’s not much … Read More
I had to travel back to Long Island on Monday because my dad was in the hospital again, this time for pneumonia. When you’re 89, there’s really no such thing anymore as a minor health crisis. He’s fine now, and … Read More
This is a post I never thought I’d write. I have never been much of a union supporter. I work in a profession where there are no unions. But what’s going on in Wisconsin is just so mind-bogglingly wrong that … Read More
The current chapter of The Art of Possibility is long and it’s taking me a while to work through it. I know no one ever reads these, but I still felt a personal responsibility to explain the silence.
A nice photo gallery of the Ice Storm of 1991. This is something I’ll never forget because of all the things that happened around it.