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I’m at a new blog site. For loyal followers, you can’t get rid of me. I stick like Skippy peanut butter. For those who may be new to my site, I make three promises: That’s all you get.  

It has been a real joy getting to know many of you through my blog. It’s amazing how much we have in common.   After 590 posts, now is the time for me to bring it to a happy ending. I appreciate and thank you for all of your support.   Let’s all continue to …

Here’s a fun and rewarding exercise I played a few nights ago when I couldn’t go to sleep (probably too many tacos). I brought to mind three close friends and thought about what makes them so darn spectacular. I had fun doing it. There were several qualities all three …

My talents as a nationally renowned researcher came to the surface once again last week. Harvard and Stanford are vying for my reputation and expertise. I’m back on the road once more in Washoe Valley, Nevada, walking briskly (kind of) with my cane and little, red, bouncy …

I‘d get so angry.  My daughter, Kate, was on the Monona Grove High School tennis team, playing doubles with her friend and partner, Ree. During fierce competitions, the two of them would break up laughing and carrying on like little girls. I was there to help them. I’d …

On Monday morning, I went to the Social Security regional office in Reno. I knew I was in for a “fun time,” so I arrived 20 minutes before the office opened at 9 a.m. Around 50 people were already in line ahead of me outside the big metal entrance. Heavy smoke …

Over 30 years ago, Sherry and I bought our home on Franktown Road in Washoe Valley, Nevada. The previous owners had the cutest little girl who cried as her family packed their final truck load and pulled out of the drive.  She yelled out the back window, “Goodbye, …

Of all of the destructive traits that get in my way, perfectionism is not one of them. However, I see it pop up with others at work sites and in my relationships with friends and family. My pattern goes in the opposite way. I pass things along in my personal and professional …

I’m catching some marvelous shows on my sidewalk. The last one featured Edgar, the tiniest ant of them all. Edgar found a twig and his life’s passion was to get this humongous piece of wood from one side of the sidewalk to the other. I was in the stands (my folding chair) …

We all have a brain bucket. Mine is 77 years old and getting a little rusty at the bottom. Little scraps of knowledge drip and splat on the earth somewhere. I have a solution. I stay curious. I hang out with smart folks. I read good books and watch quality television shows …