This Is Between You and Me
Tony Romo, the former quarterback, is a great football "color commentator." He adds tremendously to the enjoyment of the game. But a few times every game, like nails on a blackboard, he'll say something like, "He should have ran the
Unchanging Minds
I have nearly 1,000 "contacts" with my constituency annually: Newsletters, blog posts on two different blogs (the one you're reading is my public blog), videos, podcasts, cartoons, social media posts, articles and so forth. All of these are free. The
Here’s What to Do With Your Phone
At least half the time I finally pass people who are ten miles under the speed limit on the highway, I can see them holding a phone and staring at it, texting or speaking. I doubt that they are engaged
But Enough About Me, What Do You Think of Me?
A lot of people think it's impolite to interrupt. It's actually impolite not to interrupt and instead ignore the droning and go into your own world thinking about what's for dinner or how to house train the new puppy.You simply say,
Athletes’ Mental Health
I'm glad Simone Biles stopped competing before she was seriously hurt. And Naomi Osaka clearly has emotional problems with her fame and her game. Other athletes are now chiming in. I can still remember Mary Lou Retton with a hurt
The Post-Pandemic Polka
We're back from the Jersey Shore. Beaches were crowded, excellent restaurants packed. (I might also note that the psychics were doing strong business! But I guess they knew that was coming
Don’t Forget Where You Came From
"It's a nice place to have been from," I often hear people say, denigrating their roots, their origins, because they've "made it." I guess I've "made it" by most standards, but I never forget my roots (in fact, there's a
UFO? WTF?
Many people are fascinated by "UFOs" and it's bewildering. I think there are two reasons:It's a hobby for many, like bird watching or train watching, and they enjoy following the "leads" and stories in media and among similarly-minded people.
Open Your Eyes
I once had a quack doctor, recommended to me (in error) by my long-standing doctor who was retiring. The quack, who's still practicing—and "practice" is the apt term—gave me a horrible diagnosis of a serious illness. He put me through
Clubbing
Clubhouse, in my direct experience, is like a lousy bar with horrible food and watered down drinks and a lot of random people yelling. If that's marketing, you might as well go to a dive bar and set up a
