The Ability To Believe

The world is a funny place.  Sometimes, I can’t write for weeks.  Other times, unforeseen forces simply plop things into my lap and I can’t do anything but write. I can’t tell if I am unusually adept at recognizing when, what seem like disparate ideas or experiences, all come together around the same place and time; or if … More The Ability To Believe

The Day the Bloods and the Crypts Joined Forces

Wimbledon is the most prestigious tennis tournament in the world.  The men’s final is tomorrow morning at 9am…which the U.S. networks have dubbed “breakfast at Wimbledon” for decades. 99% of you won’t watch it and don’t care.  I do because I’m a tennis dork; and it will give me 2+ hours of good couch time on a Sunday … More The Day the Bloods and the Crypts Joined Forces

The Right To Bear Arms

____-Shouldn’t everyone get at least one bear arm to hang on their wall before they die? One major rule of a dinner party states that you never discuss religion or politics.  Things can get ugly. For 48 hours this week at a client conference, that’s essentially what a colleague and I did during dinners and post-dinner libations: … More The Right To Bear Arms

For Once, At Least I’m Enjoyin’ The Ride

Every year we go to the Outer Banks for summer vacation.  Every year we pass by the residence of the monster truck, The Gravedigger.  Over the years, this place has morphed from quasi-trailer, to full-blown amusement park…with rides, a diner, shop, and everything else you would imagine a monster truck home would provide. Every year I … More For Once, At Least I’m Enjoyin’ The Ride

Do you love the man, the myth, or the legend?

Santa gave me a record player a few years ago for Christmas. Ever since, I go record shopping every now and then.  Towson, Hampden, Fells Point.  I’ve had friends and family members give me records for gifts….I’ve had a buddy ship me records from his in-laws from the west coast. Records aren’t the point though. … More Do you love the man, the myth, or the legend?