The Distant Ocean When service people come to this house of ours on the hilltop, as one HVAC specialist did just yesterday, they invariably stand and look out at our views, especially towards the ocean, and comment on what a great view we have. We do have a great view and both Kim and I do not take it for granted. On almost every day, one of us will comment to the other about the…
Home Alone Who doesn’t love the original 1990 Macaulay Culkin movie with such greats as Joe Pesci, John Candy and Catherine O’Hara? The idea of a kid left alone and on his own devices over the holidays is a hilarious premise, made all the funnier by the ne’er-do-well assailants slipping, falling and setting themselves on fire as they try to best the kid left Home Alone. Well, I have been left home alone for the…
Masculinity is a Prison That title was the t-shirt worn at the family gathering in Utah last week by Kim’s 6’6”, 300-pound rugby-playing nephew who literally wears size 16 shoes. His name is Josh and he and his 6’4”, 340-pound, also rugby-playing, brother, Will are either the last gasp of the Gen X crowd or the first entrants into the Millennial cohort, depending on how you slice the generational cake. Both of these guys are…
A Not-So-Happy Meal During our go-home day after a long 2,200-mile roadtrip with my daughter and her family and two granddaughters, all sitting amongst piled-up luggage and miscellaneous souvenirs (including one particularly sweet rusted metal armadillo with a bobble-head that was purchased in an old Route 66 way-station) in a rented dirty white church van that had served us well, Kim started out with a desperate cry for a stop at Starbucks. I had a…
Marketing 101 I don’t know about you, but I am getting more and more cell phone marketing calls by the day. The old standards include something about my Google Business Listing needing to be upgraded, a desperate need to lend me money either for my business under some sort of free government benefit regime or just to consolidate my debts, my car warranty running out (that one always wants me to say “well, go catch…
Living with a BooBoo It’s been two days since I sliced off the top of my thumb with a really sharp Japanese sickle blade and my left thumb has mostly stopped throbbing, but is still very much bandaged up for protection while that nasty wound heals. The good news is that it was a very clean slice that took off a wedge chapped piece of the gardening glove I was wearing and a small piece…
Recall? Recall?! I’m sure you remember that scene from the 1979 coming-of-age classic Breaking Away, which was set in Bloomington, Indiana. In it, a graduating local high school student, who loves bicycle racing forms a local “Cutters” team to compete against the Indiana University frat boys. His father is a local used car dealer and ex-cutter himself, who sells junkers to the naive local student body. The scene that I always remember as so memorable…
Eating Out and Ordering In I spent forty-five years (minus two years for bad behavior when I got sent to Gulag Toronto) living in New York City. Just to get everyone on the same page, the two-year stint in Toronto was literally a three-year sentence (starting in 1990) by my employer, Bankers Trust Company, to run our Canadian Bank. I had been running a vast empire of the Global Derivatives business and the Global Commodities…
From Here to Eternity There is something very familiar about this unfamiliar place. I am in the Jury Lounge of the North County Regional Court Center in Vista, California. I have been called to service by the Superior Court for the County of San Diego. I already pushed this off once a few months ago due to my business schedule and unlike the last time I was called a few years ago during COVID, my…
The Hole in My Pocket As a storyteller, I often quip to people that when and if I ever write my proper autobiography (as though these blog stories don’t effectively do that already), I already have a title all picked out for it. I am a big title guy and often use a title to lead me into or out of a story. I guess there is a part of this storyteller that is also…