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Today, I didn’t wake up and put down a fresh wee-wee mat. Nor did I wake and intone, “Come on, Rocky, it’s pupperton time, the best time of the day!” Today, no one turned in tight little circles before exploding through the sliding-glass door into the delight of an early spring morning. This morning, I…
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On a Sunday in late February, while sipping our morning coffee, Kathy turned to me and said, “How about throwing me a birthday party? It’ll be the last big bash in our house.” (We’re on a two-year downsizing plan.) I gave one of those “I’ll consider it, Hmms” and then replied, “Sure. Why not,” and…
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Dear Miserly Old Prick, In the event that you’ve lost track of time (doubtless you have; it’s a symptom of living too long), it’s 2062, and you’re 100 years old. Congratulations. But are congratulations in order? Should longevity count as an accomplishment? Let us examine the situation, shall we? Presently, you’re enjoying life with the…
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And so another February 14th is among us. As history illustrates, February 14th, in the year 1929, did not go so swimmingly for old Bugsy Moran. Never let it be said that Al Capone was not a man without a sense of irony. However, the Saint Valentine’s Day massacre, which took place in Lincoln Park,…
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Many years ago, on December 18th at approximately 7:00 p.m., two particles, spiraling through the universe, collided. No one (myself included) believes in love at first sight until it happens, and then suddenly anything feels possible. Without a second’s compunction, I would have married Kathy that very night. As it would come to pass, we…
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If you haven’t already seen the video, you’ve at least heard about AI’s latest shtick: Keeping grandmothers alive. Give it a watch. It will only take a minute. My thoughts are below. We’ve finally made it! A generation ago, thanks to medical science, what used to require major surgery is solved with an in-and-out procedure.…
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This past Friday morning, while spending time with a client, something occurred to me. It moved me enough to say, “Jim, if it were thirty-five years ago, before diving into business, we would have discussed last night’s Seinfeld episode.” The exchange that Jim and I would’ve had all those years ago would not have been…
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It was upon a summer’s breeze that the echoes from a forest beckoned a young lass. Often, from the confines of her mother’s garden or with her elbows resting on her bedroom windowsill, she had wondered about the wood just yonder did our golden-haired youth but never had she ventured into its denseness. Today,…
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What to sell, what to sell… mmm, let me think. Should I sell what people want or what they need? Moreover, do we, whether a Boomer or Zoomer, understand the distinction? I want a season pass to Citizens Bank Park. I need someone to heartlessly rid my home of all its junk so my wife…
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