The Gang’s Almost All Here Last Saturday, before the in-laws from Georgia and Texas converged on me for our nephew’s nuptial gathering, I had a pre-arranged 50th Reunion Zoom call with my high school class of 1971 from Notre Dame International Preparatory School for Boys, located at the time (it is long since closed down) on the Via Aurelia on the western side of Rome, Italy. NDI, as it was called, was an international school…
See You Around Campus It is the first day of school and I have on a suit and a nice dress shirt (no tie, thank you, for even on Wall Street, ties are very passé and mark you as an anachronism). But I believe this is my second time wearing one of my 15 remaining suits in the past two years. You know the two reasons for that. The first is COVID. I have had…
Taming the Hillside This week I am coming to the end of a progression of man versus nature. I don’t like to think that I have triumphed over nature because that would be a foolish perspective. Nature always wins in the end. It would also be foolish because this effort is all about finding ways to embrace nature and revel in it. But I cannot completely avoid feeling like I have wrestled some aspects of…
Fear of Flying In 1973, in the middle of my college years, Erica Jong wrote a groundbreaking novel about a professional woman who wanted to not be pigeonholed by male-dominated standards and especially wanted to be free to explore and express her own version of female sexuality. All I really remember about the book from the reading Fear of Flying as I did when we were all reading that sort of thing, was something she…
A Confederacy of Southerners This is a party weekend at Casa Moonstruck. Kim’s nephew Will is marrying Ashley in early October. They got engaged on our family trip to Ireland two years ago on a lonely beach on the Ring of Kerry. It was cause for celebration since Will is a sweet guy and Ashley is someone the whole family likes and feels is a fine match for Will. WIll is 42 and Ashley is…
Air in the New Normal Thirty years ago when I used to travel to Mexico City on business, I can remember the difference between the normal days and the days when the air miraculously cleared and you would see the lovely distant mountains that surround the D.F. (As it is called). I don’t know the percentages of normal smoggy days and crisp, clear, high-visibility days, but I bet there were not more than one in…
It is August After All Today is August 26th. I rarely get so specific with my story timing because in a perfect world (for me), I get 3-4 stories out ahead of myself and can coast for a few days with blog stories filed and set up for timed release. Since you will read this story tomorrow, August 27th, you now know that I am only just one day ahead of the maw of the…
Best of Friends Today is a funny day for me. It’s funny for several reasons and business-as-usual for other reasons. The day was scheduled to be about waking up to breakfast with our friends Gary & Oswaldo, who came down for a visit from L.A. yesterday and stayed overnight, followed by attending an orientation event at University of San Diego for new teaching faculty and then heading up the coast to Dana Point for an…
A Twenty Year Time Capsule I stumbled across this story I wrote twenty years ago in rapt self-reflection. I find it interesting and worth sharing exactly because it was written in 2001, when the world was a very different place…at least from my vantage point. I have added [bracketed updated notations] as appropriate. I stand here at age 47 as a man in trouble. I believe my greatest assets are my ability to be candidly…
It’s Raining, It’s Pouring Here we are in the middle of August and I’m putting on extra clothes for warmth. That’s right, its turned suddenly downright chilly on the hilltop at 62 degrees. It will be in the 90’s again next week, so I’m just going to enjoy it. Naturally, this was the day I planned for a team of laborers under the direction of Handy Brad to lay out the DG paths and spread…