How I talk about my home town

When I travel home to the small town where I grew up, I compare it to slipping on an old comfortable coat that I haven’t worn in a long time. The coat is worn in spots, there may even be a rip or tear.  At the same time though, the coat has been broken-in, it’s …

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The best of 2018

I've learned over the years that web hits tell only part of the story. They give a glimpse of how a piece has done, but they don't tell the entire story. The same holds true for blogs. Hits don't tell the quality of the blog or how it touched someone. Some of my blogs in …

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If people were fonts . . .

In my job, I occasionally work with graphic designers and I’ve come to respect them a great deal for everything they bring to a job. They have taste, they have style. Some even have a little pizzazz. I have none of those. For example, I dress myself for work every day and, before I leave …

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When life is crummy, look for the hope

When I was young, I wasn’t very confident. I was the quiet kid who was glued to a book or things that I knew like sports. I preferred hanging out in small groups instead of loud, large ones, so when a kid in my class told me that he wanted to partner with me on …

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The problem with kids today

The guy was on a roll. If you had given him a microphone and a spotlight he would have looked like he was in the middle of a stand-up comedy routine at a nightclub in Los Angeles or New York City. In reality, he was holding court with a couple of his work friends in …

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In Memoriam: Happy on the inside

The DJ had the music turned up so loud that I couldn’t hear my college fraternity brother talk. We filled up our cups with more beer and went upstairs to the second-floor landing to watch out over the rest of the party-goers. While still loud, I could hear a little better what my friend was …

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Fly Eagles Fly

When I was young, I was spoiled. When I was seven-years-old in 1975, I sat down to watch my first National Football League game on TV and my team, the Pittsburgh Steelers, won it all. Just like that. The Steelers beat my brother’s favorite team, the Minnesota Vikings, by a score of 16-6 to win …

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