It had been a long, exhausting day and as I packed up the meeting room at the Hilton my mind had entered its blank, “the-day-is-over” mode. As I left the hotel I was grateful the weekend’s meeting had been local so I did not have to deal with heading to the airport.
I stared out the train window, my apprehension growing with every mile that I ventured deeper into a strange, barren, alien landscape punctuated by the burned out shells of empty buildings and carcasses of abandoned cars . “This may not end well,” I texted my brother.
The autumn scenery in Grand Teton National Park was stunning and it was just chilly enough to offer a welcome relief to a couple of South Floridians worn out by the omnipresent heat and humidity. Since we planned to spend the day exploring the park we stopped at a Subway on the way and bought
My mother-in-law, Duckie, is 90 now, and she spends a lot of time watching cable news and reading the newspaper, and since she has the mind of a healthy 30 year old — she remembers everything she sees. Everything.
When I was in college my friend Elizabeth’s parents were the most sophisticated people I knew. They were both college graduates, they had season tickets to the Coconut Grove Playhouse and went to New York City on a regular basis to catch an opera at the Met or see a ballet.
At a recent dinner with my two sisters, it occurred to me that their conversation would mystify anyone with a working right brain. Of course, it may well be that my middle aged, male brain is simply not agile enough to follow their discussion.
At lunch my friend Eric told me he bought a TV console on-line for a fraction of what he would have paid at a local furniture store. He showed me a picture of a handsome credenza with a beautiful maple finish. “It was cheaper than you’d pay for a TV tray at Target,” he gloated,
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As I boarded the plane for the long flight to Seattle the ticket agent pulled me aside. “A window seat just opened up in First Class,” she said, “and you’re the next one on the upgrade list. Do you want it?” Of course I wanted it and even though I prefer the aisle I was
I sometimes wonder why we Baby Boomer are so obsessed by food. We idolize the Top Chefs and love to try new food at trendy restaurants. We spend our nights watching the Food Network and we search for the ultimate hot sauce. But why?
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My high school friend Ron was in town from Houston, dealing with his elderly parents. Ron and I managed to make it through the Catholic school system relatively unscathed, although neither of us identifies as Catholic anymore.
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