Every day is coffee day
No one seems to know why Sept. 29 is listed as National Coffee Day. Which to me underscores my first thought when I heard about it: why? Why a National Coffee Day? The only answer, I suppose, is why not?… Continue Reading
Month: September 2017
Yes, we’re still here, but …
I know you’re just as disappointed as I am that the world did not end last Saturday as predicted. I mean, how many times can we get our hopes built up like that only to be let down? At least… Continue Reading
Okay then. Brown.
Want to stand out at the office, at home, or on the road? CHOOSE BROWN. That was the subhead (or deck, as we say in the business) under the headline: THAT ’70S COLOR. It sat atop a fashion article in… Continue Reading
The last mosquito
(With a nod to Ogden Nash) Don’t wanna get bit by the last mosquito of fall. This little sucker has survived them all. He’ll leave a welt like a ping pong ball. Don’t wanna get bit by the last mosquito… Continue Reading
(B)rush hour
At first I thought the gal in the silver Honda must be texting. In the rearview mirror I could see her meandering all over the road. Better keep and eye on her, I thought. A second glance revealed she was… Continue Reading
Compute this
Did you see where Elon Musk says the thing that may spark World War III is artificial intelligence? He bases this on published reports that Vladimir Putin said, “Artificial intelligence is the future, not only for Russia, but for all… Continue Reading
Tennis, Snoopy and yellow rubber duckies
Just because I am a tennis player doesn’t mean my wife and kids had to be tennis fans, but they are. I like that. As I write, my wife and I are watching the US Open tennis women’s semi-final match… Continue Reading
Christmas comes early
With apologies to singer Andy Williams and song writers Edward Pola and George Wyle, I could not resist attempting the following: It’s the most wonderful time of the year With Federer playing And everyone yelling “Football is here” It’s the… Continue Reading
On work
I usually don’t blog on Mondays but I cannot let this day end without sharing a little poem taught to me several years ago by newspaper colleague Sarellen (Cawley) McAndrew. Be a laborer, great or small. Do it well or… Continue Reading
First things first
My brother Bill texted me the other day to say he was worried about his friend Julie. He’s known her and worked with her for the last 15 years, going back to their days at Cornell Ironworks. They are now… Continue Reading