I have been blogging off and on (shut up! about the off) for a couple years now. I like it, when I actually get around to it. It scratches an itch. I appreciate it, too. I admire those who do it regularly and do it well. This stuff is not easy, you know. It’s a lot… Read More Working without a net
I’m going to interrupt my regularly scheduled posts — shut up! — to get back into something, hopefully briefly, that I’ve tried to avoid for the past six months. President Trump (hereafter, just Trump) is talking and tweeting, still. He won’t stop. He can’t stop. As it is now and always has been with all… Read More On Charlottesville, history and a man who will never deserve a statue
Here’s a bit of advice for any college graduate over the age of, say, 30 who has any pride at all. Stay away from your college hangouts. Don’t take the trip down memory lane. Do not, under any circumstances, be that graying older dude wandering around campus in the middle of the week as if you… Read More Almost creepy
In golf, as in much of just general, everyday, running-around life, rhythm is important. Rhythm is critical. Rhythm, to paraphrase an old Steve Martin gag, is. Ever. Y. … Thing. I was on the driving range last week, getting ready for my annual golf outing with my brothers, and I was struggling with my swing.… Read More Rhy … thm
And now, for a screed … When I screwed up as a kid, which was every once in a while, my Dad would stop everything, give me a stare that my buddy Steve and I used to call the “OTG look” (Over the Glasses) and tell me, “You know better than that.” I thought of that last week… Read More What Dad used to say
It was late, it had been a long day, I’d just muscled my way through Atlanta rush hour traffic and I was hungry. It was too late to eat with Mary Jo, and I was too beat to go home and stare into the pantry trying to come up with something for dinner. I imagine I could… Read More JD goes to Wendy’s
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