My dad was weeping in his hospital bed. Being the thoughtful, dutiful son that I am I told him to stop thrashing around. “It’s 3:00 am,” I pointed out. “Some of us have to work in the morning, you know.” It depends who you ask, but in my family we have
Noises usually associated with the trenches of the First World War were coming from somewhere deep within my car. Clearly, something was amiss with the combobulator. Or possibly the framistan. My liberal arts degree safely in a drawer, I called a buddy of mine, the assistant service manager of a
Ellen and Sam fell in love. No surprise there. They had worked together for years, were friends before they started dating. They had everything in common: careers in education, commitment to community service, even a shared fondness for miniature labradoodles. Sam was 45, Ellen 29. But the difference in their
I’m not saying this happened. But you can’t say that it didn’t. You weren’t there. (I usually detest arguments of the form “How could you know unless we’re the same person?” but let’s make an exception for a vignette about a man and his dog.) The only backstory you need
One of my buddies from the gym wants to lose 20 pounds. He does significant cardio six days each week. Andy is becoming a beast on the stair master. He lifts weights too. Chest and triceps one day, back and biceps the next. And abdominal exercises? Don’t ask. A hundred
What is the take away from “Yellow Submarine”? “Avoid Blue Meanies” certainly and possibly “Be Nice,” but the maligned Jeremy Hillary Boob, PhD also instructs, “Ad hoc, ad loc and quid pro quo. So little time, so much to know.” Truer words never uttered by an animated quadruped. That there
As much fun as it is to point fingers, isn’t it even more satisfying to be judgmental? Condescending certainly makes me feel superior. I’m not proud of it, but I have been guilty of viewing myself as above my peers. After all, I get to the gym frequently and on a given
I get it. If what you’re doing is working for you who am I to tell you different? If you are content, it’s none of my business how you got there. On the other hand, if you are making yourself and your loved ones miserable, shouldn’t we at least have
Statistically improbable as it may seem, a Miami driver actually did come to a complete stop at a crosswalk this past Saturday. A dozen of my running buddies and I waved cheerfully as we took a step on to 57th Ave. We then froze in our proverbial tracks as another
It seems that one of my running buddies may have missed the point of these past 300-something columns almost entirely. I was describing what a pleasant time my younger son and I had had on a recent car trip. We took turns finding trivia questions online: which MLB team
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