Rejection Angst Many of us guys have had a lifetime of experience with rejection and should presumably be somewhat immune to it as we reach our retirement years. Not really. It’s not that I fear rejection or anticipate it and thereby avoid situations where it might arise, but when it finds its way to me, I simply don’t like it. Who would? But I keep thinking that I am past needing external validation, and that…
Father’s Day Technically and even though it has been celebrated in other forms since the Middle Ages, Father’s Day was first celebrated in the United States on the third Sunday of June in 1910. At 112 years old, the celebratory day still remains three years behind the recognition of Mother’s Day, which began in 1907. But officially, it wasn’t really nationally established until 1968 when President Lyndon Johnson made an official proclamation as to its…
The Day Before the Day Today is a perfect San Diego June day. The sun rose at 5:38am and there was no June Gloom marine layer of mist or fog. The high is projected to be 75 degrees with a humidity level of 50%. By the time the sun sets at 8pm, making today the longest daylight day of the San Diego year, we will be ready for our roadtrip. Technically, the longest day should…
The Ethicist Don’t you just hate holy rollers? Those people who decry wrongdoers and say they should be locked up? They stand on their moral high horses and suggest that others have sinned in unforgivable ways. They point their fingers and say, “‘J’accuse…!” Well, I am no Emile Zola and am unlikely to win one, much less two, Nobel prizes for my written commentary on why Donald J. Trump is guilty of crimes against the…
Boosted A few days ago Kim asked me what I thought about the idea of getting our second COVID booster shot before we started our drive back to the East Coast on Sunday. My first thought was to check quickly on Google how long one should wait after having a COVID infection before one gets and injection of a vaccine that puts more antigens of the Coronavirus into one’s blood stream. The quick research was,…
As the Mist Lifts It’s June on the hilltop and that generally means that every morning starts out looking misty or fog-bound. June gloom and all that. Some mornings it takes a few hours for the mist to lift and some mornings, like today, the mist sort of gradually rolls out towards the Ocean and the hilltop gets clear and sunny before 9am. All that mist accumulates in the night because the evenings and sunsets…
Eyelids of Morning I am feeling tired this morning. My CPAP tells me I slept 6 hours and 39 minutes last night, which excludes the half hour I was awake at 3am, taking some Tylenol for my aching shoulder and reading a few emails. At that time of day there are usually only junk spam emails and one important email with Heather Cox Richardson’s Letters From An American, her daily recap of how the events…
Slowly, Slowly… Since last Thursday when the House Select Committee to Investigate the January 6th Attack had its first, introductory session and laid out their plan to prosecute their case against those who conspired to interrupt the peaceful transfer of power after the last presidential election. At the center of that conspiracy, according to the Committee, is none other than ex-President Donald J. Trump, who they believe they can prove both took decisive action and…
Home Stretch This is reunion weekend at my Alma Mater. I matriculated at Cornell in 1971, so 51 years ago, and graduated with my BA in Economics and Government in 1975 (47 years ago) and with my MBA in Finance in 1976 (46 years ago). I have often noted that it seems wrong that we are forced to decide at age 18, 20, 22 or even 25 what we want to do for the rest…
Worlds Colliding Writing is something I find very soothing to do. I was recently so upset about an incident involving gun laws and some people I know who are involved at the most sordid end of the gun manufacturing business, that I wrote a story denouncing the whole affair and sent it to a subgroup of related friends for consideration. The reaction I got back was difficult for me. I spent a moment wearing a…