She didn’t need to say yes. Looking around, I could see dozens of better choices than me. But, for some reason, she agreed to a date.
“You know,” said a neighbor, “if people were a bit more like dogs, the world could be a better place.”
2020 is a strange trip around the sun worthy of leaving the Grateful Dead’s Jerry Garcia shaking his head and spinning in his grave.
In case you’ve not heard, Apple’s new iOS is pushing back against Facebook to protect your privacy. And if you consider these are two of the largest and most influential companies on the planet, we ought to pay attention.
The blue ink pen was resting on the carpet below; my arm froze in midair.
I’m five hours on the road and call back to hear my wife’s voice. Heading out before the sun peeked over the horizon, I’d tried to slip out quietly. My watch tells me I’m calling during her morning coffee window.
As publisher of The Daily News, I receive lots of reader notes. Many as beautiful as spring roses, others prickly as thorns. I love to hear from the community and have learned a great deal along the way.
A young man wearing a protective black bandanna walks across the restaurant to take our order. My wife and I are in a once-bustling mining community in West Texas; now, a locally claimed ghost town.
Summer always brings to memory a phrase my mother would say to me and my brother.
Wednesday I had lunch with the last man on the planet who is not on social media.
Learning to get out of my own way changed everything.
I went charging into the COVID-19 stay-at-home period like a 5-year old with a tasting spoon at a Baskin-Robbins ice cream shop. So many choices and ways to reboot my life, alter my values, ramp up my self-improvement activities. I was excited, and the world was my oyster.
I am proud to be an American. Proud of our collective and individual strengths, our ability to be knocked flat and get back up again even stronger and more committed.
COVID-19 is infecting my perception of reality, and I fear I may never recover.
I am not sure what to think or feel. I can’t.
A bold new billboard message greets residents and visitors alike as they cross the causeway onto the island.
Author’s note: This column was originally published years ago when my son graduated high school. The contents are contributed from friends and family and are generally timeless. Congratulations to all the graduates of 2020.
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