To Be or Not to Be I don’t know whether I want to work anymore. That sounds funny when I read that back. Work is one of those funny words that can mean just about anything. I was not a privileged kid (not that I was “underprivileged” either), so I did my share of manual labor jobs as a kid. Given a childhood interrupted by my mother going to graduate school for four years,…
Compromising Compromises In almost every corner of modern life there are reasons to compromise rather than stick dogmatically to a strong and extreme position. This issue itself can be a very debatable one and some will say that compromise on the most important issues is unacceptable and morally repugnant. If only the world was always so black and white, life would be a lot less morally conflicted. I remember in high school, I attended…
Born to be Wild Every once in a while I see some sort of special event that catches my fancy. A few weeks ago I stumbled on an online ad for a one-night-only 50th anniversary showing of Easy Rider at Radio City Music Hall. It’s actually 50 years, two months and six days since the first day of release of the movie on July 14th, 1969, Bastille Day. Fifty years is a long time.…
Forever Young When I wake up each morning, I take stock in how I feel. I’m pretty sure everyone does some form of this assessment consciously or subconsciously. This morning it has been conscious. To begin with, I awoke at 5:18 after sleeping since 11pm. My conscious mind said I should go back to sleep for another hour. When I awoke next at 5:34 I knew it that was all she wrote. I have…
The Small Chill You may recall that in July, I shared a story about my old college friend Rob taking his own life. Today was the day his family decided to hold the memorial service at Rob’s home in rural Connecticut. Seven of us who went to Cornell with Rob decided to go (actually Rob, Laurey, Jeff, Ronnie, Cliff and I went to Cornell and Linda might as well have gone to Cornell since she…
What, Me Worry? It was 1967 at Hebron Academy in south-central Maine. This small, but respected prep school was a dead ringer for the school in Dead Poets Society and I was attending as a freshman. I had somehow lucked into a single room on the third-floor northwest corner but there were another twenty freshmen boys on the floor and one teacher/proctor, Mr. Beauchamp. He was no Robin Williams, Captain, my Captain. He was…
Ain’t Too Proud to Beg Pride, arrogance, hubris, self-importance, pomposity is all one and the same. Pride is the top of the Seven Deadly Sins List followed by greed, lust, envy, gluttony, wrath and sloth. As we all know that pride “goeth before the fall”, the question becomes what do we do to avoid the pitfalls of pride? Tonight, Kim and I went with Matthew and Philip to see Ain’t Too Proud to…
Life is Beautiful Do you remember the 1997 Italian film by Roberto Benigni by the same name? You should, it was a Best Picture nominee and won Best Foreign Film and Best Actor for Benigni, who played the happy-go-lucky Guido, who guides his little son through the horrors of Nazi concentration camp life by making a game of it all. It is a poignant, funny, but ultimately sad movie that has a powerful and…
Expert Witness Back in 2012 I was recruited as an expert witness by a law firm trying a case about securities lending on behalf of a foreign pension fund. The suit was against a big bank that acted as the fiduciary for the pension fund. It was a fascinating case that involved a classically innocent and naive widows and orphan’s operation getting led by the hand down the primrose path of global alternative investments. …
A Bridge Over Troubled Waters In the Spring of 1972, I had successfully negotiated my freshman year at Cornell. That year had been eventful in that I had transferred from the Engineering School to the College of Arts and Sciences. I had pulled that off on my own since my mother’s approach to child rearing was that you were on your own at seventeen once in college. No one challenged me on the move…