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Looking Back

Jan
19
Posted at 12:09 am

My eldest son, Joe, is trying to save my life. Even if it kills me. “I want you to be around to play with my grandkids,” he said. No big deal, I thought. For Joe, grandchildren are probably only a decade away. “I’m only 56, Son,” I said. “I think I can make it for [...]

Oct
05

It hit me while I was eating lunch the other day.  I was sitting there looking at what I’d ordered – a double cheeseburger with pastrami, a large order of onion rings and a diet soft drink – and I wondered if anyone else could see the inconsistency in front of me. I’m about to [...]