I do it often. I hear somebody say “I wouldn’t have changed anything…” and I think: What? The. Fuck!! Really?? I do like to play Woulda/Shoulda/Coulda. I have no idea how my life would’ve turned out of I had taken different forks in the road. I am quite happy in 2019. I like the path…
I didn’t put on fatigues for over four months while I was stationed at Ft. Bragg. I got paid to play basketball. It seemed surreal at the time. We had a new first sergeant. He was an airborne ranger. He wanted to turn our company of misfits in First Psyops at the JFK Center for…
I sure wish I’d been keeping a journal “back in the day.” It would help me nail down some of the tees in the memory quilt with more specificity. I have started a journal several times. It only “took” once. That was in the journal that I started on October 26, 2012, which starts this…
Let’s get this outta the way right up front: we are ALL gonna die. This is one of several docs that will be in the “Black Audit Bag” after I have said my final “Fuck Me!!” The “BAB” will include not only legal and financial documents. There will be directives, keepsakes, and copies of some…
In 1989 we moved to Sarasota…and became parents. I was now managing tax software projects for AA&Co. Same company. Different job. Different culture (or lack therof…). It’s a doody (1989) I have no idea who gave me this tee shirt, or when I got it. But it was before Joseph arrived on 12/30/89. We…
Seven month’s ago I threw a party. A rarity for me. I’ve never been much on throwing parties. Called my party “The 25,590 Day Shindig,” celebrating 70 successful trips around the sun. Held it at a place which will receive a tablespoon or two of my ashes after these bones burn. [There is a list…
Up next: the Andersen years in PDX. AA &Co. doors (1982) In May, 1982 I started in the tax division of the Portland, Orygun office of Arthur Anderson & Co. It was the biggest of the then “Big 8.” AA&Co. was born in 1913 and expired on August 31, 2002 after being convicted of obstruction…
Eighteen tees. Eighteen stories. Some stories longer than others. Some of the stories more meaningful than others, as to who I was and who I am. Thanks to a friend for the idea. Thanks Harry Styron. Thanks to his law school friend for transforming a bunch of shirts, ages two to fifty-one, into a colorful…
…and it was worth the wait. On September 21, 2017 I walked away from a silent auction as the winner of a one hour flight in a speedy single engine Cessna. Five-hundred sixty-four days later, on April 7, 2019, Wayne and I flew to Farmington, picked up Dad, and flew back to Springfield. Total time…
Flying cross country for a job interview can be a bit stressful, even when you know that it’s a long shot. Add in that I had to “play hooky” for a couple of days from AATT-whatever. (The interview was before I surprised my boss with my resignation…) That was my situation. The interview was in…