Each day I pass an old man with a green duffel bag standing at the corner gas station. He has a torn blanket wrapped around his body because, as Christmas approaches, it’s cold in Carson City. He’s roughly scribbled two signs on brown cardboard which he alternates displaying …
If I had to do life all over again, I’d be an accomplished dancer. I wouldn’t specialize in just one type of dance, I’d be good at them all: ballet, tap, rock, modern, salsa, waltz and hip-hop. Then, at our recent holiday party, when this popular dance band encouraged guests …
My best friend of all times was 30 years older than me. His name was Frank, and he was a mentor to me in so many ways long before the term “life coach” came into popularity. As a current old geezer at 73, I feel a tug of obligation to pass on a trick Frank …
When this aging stops, I’m so darn certain I’m headed to Heaven. Now I need to make a list of what is there waiting for me. It’s got to be good, or it wouldn’t be called Heaven, right? So this is my Heaven list: Caramel Dilly Bars must be available at all hours of the …
I had Uber back in the 1960s. Rather than using a cell phone, I used my thumb and went across the states on many occasions with a wide range of drivers. Not that I recommend hitchhiking to young Americans, but I learned so much going from Chicago to Denver, from Champaign to …
When I was a boy, I thought I was particularly good looking. I blame my mother, who told me I was handsome over and over again. As I entered the real world, it became obvious that my looks, at best, might be considered unnoticeably average. I have old photos to prove how far …
I didn’t get my first massage until I was over 60. I didn’t think the concept of a massage sounded very masculine or comfortable, and I was particularly self-conscious about my feet—my hammer toe, my ugly bunion and my ridiculously high arches. As a birthday gift, my wife …
As a young guy, I had an opportunity to run a full-service hotel on West Colfax in Denver. The Four Winds was owned by an 80-year-old Jewish businessman by the name of Jacob. He liked to hang out at the hotel and bother me. What a waste of time for me to babysit this ancient …
As I get older I’m finding what I put on my walls counts a whole bunch. After all, I go by the same walls 10 or 20 times in a day. I love to stare at pieces created by talented artists that speak to me. And I often speak back. I have a blue dog …
“You’re nuts,” my surgeon neighbor said to me. “Frogs don’t live for 15 years.” “Apples has, and he’s as healthy as ever,” I told him. Apples is a cute little green frog that hangs out on top of the cabinet in my garage. Over the years, Sherry and I have provided him a mason …
