Getting Even We all live life out of balance to some degree. Even if we think we are in harmony with everything and everyone, chances are that we haven’t factored in the perspectives of others adequately and we are imbalanced without even realizing it. We get our wheels aligned and our tires balanced because at speed we can feel wobbles in our cars and on our motorcycles, but when things are more slow-going it is…
Back to School Over the weekend, I spoke to my daughter, who has spent the majority of the summer (the last six weeks since school let out) at our family home, Homeward Bound, in Ithaca. We were there with her and her family for the first week or so and then we headed back West. She stayed on and lived the life of fireflies, lunch in the pool for the kids, husband John doing his…
Broadway on the Bay Our friend Matthew has been with us for a few days in the middle of Phillip’s whirlwind tour of all the Western upscale properties in the hotel portfolio of his new employer (a large household hotel brand that has been a part of our lives for decades and for whom Phillip plans to take sales to the moon and back). Mostly we have been showing him our very limited world of…
The Dagwood Effect The other day we were going to dinner in Escondido with Winston and Kathleen. Winston is such a great name, for a neighbor especially, since it evokes a person of interest that is both conservative and yet mildly daring at the same time. That description fits our Winston quite well, but more on that later. We drove down to the local Mexican restaurant (there are so very many in the area) that…
The House of the Rising Sun My sleep patterns leave a lot to be desired. I am blessed at the age of 67 to be without significant maladies. I take medication for high blood pressure, but they seem to work well in keeping me at a BP level that is normal and apparently without major health complications. I do not suffer from reflux or any of the other annoying gastrointestinal problems that often plague aging…
Back Up the Truck For the forty-five years of my Wall Street career the expression to “back up the truck” refers to something a guy by the name of Tom Pope said to me. Tom had grown up in the International Department of our bank in the first half of the 1970’s. That was when the domestic banking market was in its decline due to large loan losses on loans to REITs that had gone…
Stupid is as Stupid Does In 2020 we were scheduled to go to Spain and Portugal (Barcelona to Porto) for a motorcycle trip in August. Needless to say, by the middle of Spring everyone was unequivocally concerned enough about COVID to unanimously recognize the wisdom of cancelling the trip. We even went so far as to assuage our troubled motorcycling souls by tentatively planning a “post-Pandemic” trip in February to Patagonia. By the time the…
My Worst Nightmare This morning I decided to go to the Market, our local deli, to get a breakfast burrito to share with Candice and an Asahi Bowl for Kim. When I walked in I immediately saw the glass case with the fresh donuts. There was only one person in front of me in line and I stood my respectful six feet away from him while the counter girl finished her tasks and turned to…
Getting to Know You The house just South of us is now sold, neighbor Mary has moved on to her new home in Denver (we even had dinner with her in Denver a few weeks ago) and the new neighbors are in the process of moving in. Today I saw that they seemed to be around, so Kim and I wandered over through our garden trellis and introduced ourselves. Both the man and the woman…
Quick Like a Bunny When we moved to this hilltop we noticed that when we drove up High Mountain Drive, there was one house on a curve, actually one yard on a curve, where we could always count on seeing one or more rabbits running off, chased by our headlights. We came to calling the anonymous house the Bunny House. Given that it was one of the only homes up on this hill that has…