Fiction/Humor Memoir

Micro-Fees

The other day, while talking to my friend Steven on the phone, he asked me if I was doing OK financially. It was an unusual comment, especially from someone who used to work for me for many years. I didn’t take offense at the question and gave my usual litany of things that have drained money from my wealth over the years, but I basically responded that I was doing just fine. That is the…

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Fiction/Humor Memoir

Life Affirming

We went to see a movie yesterday, first because it was Sunday and that’s what we tend to do on Sundays, but also because we wanted to do something out of the house with visiting friends Gary & Oswaldo. Oh, and by the way, it was also Fathers Day. We had had a nice weekend with them, but other than going to Kim’s show for a few hours, we hadn’t much gotten out of the…

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Fiction/Humor Memoir

Wasting Away

Since I bothered to write about my edema problem a few days ago, I thought a quick update might be in order. My sister, Barbara is already concerned enough to have called and texted me and I suspect I am just a step away from having nursing home materials sent to me by her. It’s nice to have people be concerned about your well-being, but I will remind everyone that most of us overthink our…

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Business Advice Memoir

Fun, Fun, Fun

Yes, Brian Wilson of The Beach Boys died at age 82 after a life of brilliant song writing and multiple bouts with drug abuse and mental illness. Brian Wilson was absolutely brilliant – one of the true geniuses of popular music. He was the creative mastermind behind The Beach Boys’ sound, writing and arranging those incredible harmonies and melodies that defined the California sound of the ’60s. His work on Pet Sounds (Rolling Stone considers…

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Memoir Retirement

Decompressing

This feels like an unusual week for me. It’s probably most unusual because it’s a transition week for us, just getting back to our normal hilltop life. First of all, it’s early June, which means that we have an overabundance of June Gloom in the morning. That’s the marine layer that comes in from the ocean and creates a fog layer up here that burns off somewhere between 10am and early afternoon, depending on how…

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Memoir

Dropsy

I’ve heard the term dropsy for many years, but like so many things you hear, unless you have a reason for figuring out what it means, you tend to ignore it. So I ignored dropsy, figuring it was something akin to the vapors or vertigo and it certainly didn’t affect me. Well, now I have learned that dropsy is an old medical term for what we now call edema – the abnormal accumulation of fluid…

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Memoir

The Dead Horse Dance

The expression “beating a dead horse” has its origins in the mid-19th century. The expression “beating a dead horse” (or “flogging a dead horse” in British English) dates back to a time when the phrase is said to have been popularized by English politician John Bright. In March 1859, during a House of Commons debate about parliamentary reform, Lord Elcho remarked that Bright had not been satisfied with his “winter campaign” and that Bright had…

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Memoir

Sitting in Sage

Right now I’m sitting in the foyer of Sage Hall on the Cornell campus. Sage Hall holds a lot of meaning for me for several reasons. To begin with I was part of the Advisory Council of the business school that decided that the business school should be relocated from Mallot Hall, where I went to the school, to Sage Hall, which is at the center of the Cornell campus. Sage Hall at Cornell University…

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Love Memoir

Past as Prologue

When I was in school 50+ years ago, we all adhered to the notion that Ithaca was the second least sunny city in America behind Seattle. We all acknowledged that Ithaca was lovely in the summer, but most of us were busy elsewhere during that glorious season. So, to most of us, being in Ithaca meant we hunkered down to our studies and expected nothing of the weather to contribute to our enjoyment of life.…

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Love Memoir

The Grandgerms

Today is our day in Brooklyn. We stopped here to see our two granddaughters and my daughter Carolyn and husband John. They live a short walk from our hotel in Red Hook, so after breakfast in the hotel dining room, we headed over with a small suitcase of laundry in tow to do. It was like the prodigal son returning home from college with his dirty laundry, only this time it was the prodigal father…

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