Hot Sauce Burn Milton wore his Afro with pride. He had no choice, that’s just how his hair grew. He wanted to be on the football team, but you had to be able to run at least 100 yards and do a push-up to do that. He wanted to play in one of the high school rock bands, but you had to play an instrument to do that. Even the chess team rejected him. Turns…
Vacation House Nightmare In the past, I have owned ten vacation homes. That number surprises even me. Given that this was over thirty-five years, that’s an average of 3.5 years per vacation house, which is a pretty meaningless statistic. Right now, I own two, but then again, not really. One is a house in Ithaca that I pre-gifted to Cornell University, so while I control it, I don’t really own it. In another two years…
The Rules of the Game Winston put on his floppy sun hat, slid his fanny pack around to the back, put on one more application spf 30 lip balm, grabbed his walking stick and headed out for his morning walk. Winston was 73 and had been retired for over five years now. He had no particular long-term goals for himself other than staying as healthy as he could for as long as he could. While…
Hitting the Road As I get older, I dream more about hitting the road. What’s that about? When I get asked what I would do in retirement I have to review the bidding this way. I’ve spent ten years teaching. I actually became a Clinical Professor of Management and taught courses at the graduate level at Cornell for those ten years. That took care of that retiree notion. I’ve served on several not-for-profit boards ranging…
The Lone Ranger Gets a Black Eye Dave had been a child of the Wonder Years, but he suffered from cartoon-interruptus, which is to say that his mother had dragged him overseas to a remote tropical valley in Costa Rica just as he was getting a taste for Saturday morning TV. For our younger readers, let me set this stage a bit more clearly. The year was 1959 and Dave was five years old. …