Thoughts of the Day

06/18/14  After receiving my fourth telemarketing call (and yes I’m on the do not call list) I realized that my anger at being disturbed increased exponentially with each call. Why, I asked myself, would I...

06/05/14  I was at an event the other day and politely listened to two people talk about how their friend was ruining her life. “If I was her,” one said, “I wouldn’t have done it that way.” The...

06/04/14   I recently met a friend who I hadn’t seen for 10 years. Looking at him I thought, “My God, he’s gotten old!” Of course in my mind I’m still 50, slim, and athletic. But when a looked into...

06/03/14 Just like everyone, there are times when I feel I’m on the edge of depression. It could be a seemingly insurmountable writing problem, a physical issue, or looking at what’s going on in the world...

This article was originally published in Saltwater Fly Fishing, December, 1999 Almost every trip now is a fishing trip. Whether it is a professional conference in Anaheim or a visit to see my son at his...

I stepped aboard the chartered bus and sat in a comfortable reclining cloth seat with a pull-down footrest. It looked no different than thousands of other Greyhound buses in the 1960’s. A gleaming silver box with sleek greyhounds painted on both sides that soon would be driven by a driver who was greeting entering passengers with a smile. What I didn’t realize was in twenty-five minutes, this bus would begin a journey that would change the lives of its passengers and the soul of the country.

It’s December and I just got off the C train at 53rd and 5th, when I see his arms flailing above the thousands of people ascending the stairs. He defiantly stands halfway up forcing everyone to move around...

Attractive, slim and 70, she squeezes soft wax into ears, and turning to me says, “You’ll like it.”

When my wife suggested that we go to a guest ranch for our wedding anniversary, I could see no way out. For years Wendy had been making the same suggestion, and for years circumstances had always (fortunately) intervened. This year, alas, there wasn't an excuse in sight. Worse, our son was attending a college within 2 hours of 15 different Arizona guest ranches. It was hopeless. I was fated to spend 4 days with wannabe cowboys dressed in sequined shirts and pointy-toed boots.