Original anecdotes, commentary, rumination, and occasional pontification.
JANUARY 18, 2022 – My path is rocky but overshadowed by the suffering of worthier souls. Suddenly, I’m racing down a superhighway of collective pain, and I wonder . . .What’s the purpose and destination of such an expressway? I grip the wheel so hard it breaks from the steering column. Upon the high-speed obstacle …
JANUARY 13, 2022 – Yesterday, anxieties developed sharp edges, and the barometer of my physical condition—a one-mile walk—left me sore and tired. Yet, countering these setbacks were turns of encouragement—reminders that what falls down bounces up. Often the harder the fall, the higher the bounce. (Can we hope as much for the country we share?) …
JANUARY 12 2022 – Yesterday, I commenced my treatment—amidst a national health crisis. As angels flocked to my case, I recalled what a close physician-friend had told me the night before: my (vast) “cheering section” will eventually, understandably “move on” with their own lives, concerns, challenges. My friend’s realistic wisdom inspired a deeper examination of …
JANUARY 9, 2022 – Friday evening, dear friends called. Together they’re a tour de force in innumerable cultural, intellectual, and philanthropic corners of the Twin Cities—and far beyond. They’ve also weathered personal challenges that would cause lesser souls to fold. They’re a phoenix pair, who’ve squeezed more from life than life knew it possessed. This …
JANUARY 8, 2022 – Friday night I awoke from troubled sleep. In the heart of darkness, thoughts unleashed my fears and agitated my moorings. In contempt of this disturbance, I summoned an imaginary flock of sheep and sent them one-by-one over a New England stone fence. This imagery soon went awry, however, when the sheep …
JANUARY 6, 2022 – In his later years, my father, who loved music as much as any human being could, was fond of quoting Charles Munch, who said, “Music expresses the inexpressible.” Dad’s frequent description of music this way revealed much about his emotional depth, because he was actually supremely gifted at expressing himself in …
DECEMBER 28, 2021 – Yesterday, I’d just pulled some old journals off my shelf, when friend/neighbor, “K.O.” Paulson stopped by to check on me. I’ve posted about him before—a smart, thoroughly amusing, tough-talking, literary savant/retired honors English teacher, and former baseball/basketball coach, who scouts locally for the Twins. I gave K.O. the current, unvarnished low-down—to …
DECEMBER 27, 2021 – Yesterday, dear friends (fully boostered, with recent negative Covid test results) dropped by for an extended visit. More than a year had passed since our last in-person encounter. For three hours we caught up on family life and talked some about the state of the world. I’ve known Liz since she …
AUGUST 11, 2021 – We arrived in Falmouth Monday afternoon to visit Jeff—my wedding best man, Bowdoin friend and roommate—and Val, his lovely wife. None of us could remember how long it’d been since our previous time on Cape Cod, but in the tradition of old friends, we picked right up where we’d left off. …
AUGUST 3, 2021 – Connecticut is a cornucopia of parks, nature preserves, bubbling brooks, secluded ponds, and old growth trees. It’s a nature-lover’s paradise. Yesterday, as our son Byron and his wife, Mylène headed out for work, I Googled, “How many state parks in Connecticut?” Answer: 139. I had to narrow it down to “State …
JUNE 30, 2021 – My wife and I possess the good fortune of having architects among our friends, even relatives. Members of other professions number among our friends and relatives too, but architects are in a special group. They’re “practical artists.” Back in the good ol’ days, architects actually had to draw—with hand-held instruments—and build …
JUNE 28, 2021 – I met Matt in ancient times when I worked for a large bank and in that capacity needed his outside-firm legal services (real estate; environmental law). Over the years that followed, we became good friends. Until last week, I’d last seen Matt when just before the pandemic lockdown he dropped off …
FEBRUARY 1, 2021 – On Saturday I enjoyed an overdue telephone conversation with my good friend Derek, a 35-year old graphic designer from L.A. By the close of our talk, enrichment outweighed regret for not having talked since May. I met Derek two years ago at our co-working space in downtown Minneapolis. He worked for …
NOVEMBER 16, 2020 – Jeff Oppenheim, my close friend and college roommate, and I share many common interests—history, politics, travel, worldview, lawyering, community service, the great outdoors, and . . . Appalachia. I don’t mean to offend readers who possess prideful attachment to the aforesaid region of our great land. Appalachia is replete with natural …
JUNE 5, 2020 – I’d just sat down to write today’s post, when “ding”—another email arrived. The author was our good Czech friend, the inimitable Dr. Pavel Šebesta from Prague. The email was his first to me in eons. It was classic Pavel—pithy and packed with news and questions. Attached were bonuses . . . …