There is a uniqueness to conventions that manifests to those who pay attention to such things. My first experience with conventions was the NPE back when I was in the plastics industry. Every three years we would all converge on Chicago and walk around the convention floor looking at industrial machinery. When I became a...
“Oooh! You are the man in the videos!” “Good afternoon ladies, yes… guilty.” “You look so nice!” “Why, thank you.” “Were you in court today?” “No… just here at Artemis all day preparing for a speech I’m giving later this week.” “Really? You dress like that just to come to the office?” “Well… yes.” “Why?” “I’m an adult.” This conversation happened the other day...
Two households, both alike in dignity… As many of you know, Sandy and I were in Philadelphia a few weeks ago for the Army-Navy football game. The game itself we have talked about (extensively), but that is not the purpose of this blog. Rather, I want to use this platform to discuss the intersection of seemingly...
I placed my hat on the hatrack and breathed a sigh of relief. I was back in my office, my sanctuary. It had been a long afternoon, too long. But what had to be done was done. Others could deal with the ramifications of their actions now. I pulled down my tie and unbuttoned my...
There was a rhythmic flutter in the reflection. Water had pooled on the bar surface, a consequence of the moisture dripping off my Old Fashioned and the fact I had refused to use a coaster. A ceiling fan spun above me, reflecting light that creeped in from the shuttered windows and created a visual show...
Last weekend, as many of you know, Sandy and I were at “America’s Game”… the annual Army-Navy football game. For those of you who don’t know… or who care to forget (Sailors and Marines, I’m talking to you!)… Army handed a smack down to Navy in double overtime… Now to be fair, both teams played...
The Rocky Mountains look foreboding as I pass over them. Sandy and I are on our way to Philadelphia. The last time I was in Philadelphia I believe I was eight or nine years old. It's been quite some time. People have told me it has changed; some say for the better, some say...
I could smell the cigar smoke before I entered the library. The intense aroma had become a permanent companion to the club, much to the chagrin of some of our more delicate members. Sitting in his usual chair by the fire, the LTC stared intently into the flames, a half-length cigar in his left...
I loved Peter O’Toole. One of my favorite movies, though I don’t really reference it enough, is My Favorite Year. Peter O’Toole played a famous Errol Flynn type movie character who is forced to do a live TV performance and is absolutely terrified of the prospect. I also like the The Year of Living Dangerously,...
In 1995 I embarked on a journey that has been the most monumental adventure of my life. Sandy and I traveled to Las Vegas to get married. Well, that is not entirely true. Sandy, Carolyn, and I traveled to Las Vegas to become a family. Sandy had been married before, and she and her ex-husband had given...
