Everyone loves an open-door policy. But earlier this week, I saw a different take on the phrase.
Technology is going to be the end of civilization — and I’m not referring to weapons.
Everyone needs a rudder in life.
My wife will not walk into a room when a baseball game is playing on the television. Welcome to the life of a spouse married to a superstitious baseball fan.
Once upon a time, in a world close to us all, people did not carry cellphones.
One of my favorite lines is “If you want to hear God laugh, tell him your plans.”
“I can’t tell you how many people I’ve driven to the airport without luggage and they said they had to get out of this town.”
“I can’t tell you how many people I’ve driven to the airport without luggage and they said they had to get out of this town.”
My life changed forever inside the walls of a Payless shoe store.
My nerves feel as if my fingertips are being dragged across a rough piece of 40-grit sandpaper.
In life it seems we’ve two choices — live life knowing we will eventually run out of time or to simply run out the clock.
Someone has stolen my cell phone. And the odd thing is, the little black device the size of a perfect skipping rock is sitting next to me.
“I feel like a 90-year-old man trapped in the future.”
Nothing brings back the memories of a home-cooked meal quicker than the distinctive sound of a dull butter knife scraping across the face of blackened toast over the kitchen sink.
Most well-adjusted, rational people don’t believe in Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny or Bigfoot. But many of those very same people still believe the striking of midnight on one particular night of the year somehow resets a cosmic button — thus expunging them of all behavioral shortcomings fro…
How can it be we are all average, but none of us are the same?
I am increasingly convinced I am losing my mind.
Recently, I saw a friend in line at a local grocery store. Good guy. I said hello and asked what he was up to lately.
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