About 20 years ago, I made a tee box behind our guesthouse and cut out a golf green made of artificial turf about 90 yards up our mountainside. To give me a fighting chance at my goal, a hole in one, I made the hole the size of a water bucket and placed a beckoning …
No one has ever accused me of being a perfectionist. After all these years, I’m comforted by author Tal Ben-Shahar to know that this is a good thing. In his book, Being Happy, I learn that attempting to do things perfectly is a troublesome trait. So, to tout my …
Here’s a list of things that are beginning to worry me about me. Oh my, what an expanding list. Please let me know if you have any of these things bugging you as well: I look at my watch and, five seconds later, wonder what time it is. I have trouble putting on certain …
As I age, it’s important for me to know what my net worth is at the present time and, hopefully, find ways of growing it as I move into my senior years. It will be a shame if I get to be an old fellow and run out of capital. Recently, I’ve taken some big …
One word can change a life. My moment was over 50 years ago. I had screwed up again. Heavy consequences were piling up on me. I was scared. I chose to hide out where no one could find me. But me. And one other person: Professor Frank Tate, my best friend and …
My life is great if I don’t get in my way. That’s a big “if.” Here are a few of the ways I can screw up: I think I know what other people are thinking. I’m wrong most of the time. Okay, all of the time. I cogitate on what I’ve done wrong today or 30 …
Let’s pretend automobile drivers crank up their windows by hand. And wing windows are still in fashion. Let’s pretend there are only three television channels to choose from, all of which require sophisticated rabbit-ear adjustments. And aluminum foil is still a viable …
I have an old friend, Sam, who writes for the paper up in Virginia City. He visits me sometimes late at night. I don’t invite him. He just shows up to pass on his two cents of corny wisdom. A few months ago, I couldn’t fall asleep thinking about my pack of troubles. Sam …
Do you have times when your days, and then weeks, become hazy? They slip by without stirring up much memorable stuff. It’s like when I drive the same route from home to the grocery store, and I arrive without recalling much of the trip. So I got to wondering, how can I bring …
Strange. I’m falling in love with all these old folks. Most of my life, I paid no attention to those 70-, 80- and 90-year-olds who kept getting in my way. (Can’t they walk a little faster in the grocery store? Hey, you don’t need to come to a complete stop before taking a …
