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? And, actually, that’s okay with me. But in my world, every day could be called coffee day. I hadn’t before thought about it, but aside from water, coffee is the only thing I consume every day of my life. For me, there is no such thing as a non-coffee day. The first thing I do every morning is put on… Continue Reading
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 I learned my lesson the first time the end was supposed to happen and didn’t. That’s the time I blew out my credit card leading up to it. Bought a round for the entire bar the night before. What good is the world ending if you still have 15 grand of available credit on your Visa? Well, I didn’t do… Continue Reading
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 this month’s Esquire magazine. Now I am a big Esquire fan. Have been reading it most of my adult life and make sure my son has a subscription. But they were dead wrong on this one. I lived through the ’70s. Spent my 20s there. And we didn’t wear no brown. Unless, like a few of my friends, we worked… Continue Reading
(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 of fall.
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 not texting at all, however. She was brushing her hair. Man, was she brushing her hair. She’d drag that brush all the way up to the car’s ceiling before it came free, letting her locks fall back down to her shoulders. I ain’t sticking around, I thought, and hit the gas. She stayed right with me, speeding up and brushing… Continue Reading
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 humankind … Whoever becomes the leader in this sphere will become the ruler of the world.” All well and good. But first we’re going to have to work out some bugs. Now, I realize computers that talk have come a long way since this old joke on the topic, but I figured it’s a good time to share it before… Continue Reading
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 between Venus Williams and Sloane Stephens on TV Thursday night. Both are Americans. In fact, all four women in the semis are Americans. The other two are Madison Keys and CoCo Vandeweghe. They’ll play later. Venus was just called for a foot fault and Mary Kay asked me to explain. I did. And then I told her about Snoopy. Yes,… Continue Reading
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 most wonderful time of the year It’s the hap-happiest season of all With those wild card races and Raphael’s aces And Giancarlo smacking long balls It’s the hap-happiest season of all There’s Happy Valley tailgating NFL openers waiting And ‘Bama on yet another roll There are Indians soaring Venus Williams roaring And Notre Dame seeking a bowl It’s the most… Continue Reading
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 not at all. It’s so simple. And so perfect. It’s the right attitude to take to work with you tomorrow morning. And as this Labor Day comes to a close, remember to be thankful for your job. No matter what it is, it’s something to be proud of. And worth doing right.
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 colleagues at VIXXO. Julie and her husband John, who once lived in Berwick, Pa., he wrote, bought their dream/retirement home two months ago. In Rockport, Texas. Yes, that Rockport. The place where Harvey first slammed into the East Texas coast. Today Bill emailed some good news. While their home is heavily damaged, Julie and John told Bill they should be… Continue Reading