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…
I’ve been doing some spring cleaning. I’m calling it “packing to move.” I don’t plan on going anywhere soon, but I wanta get a head start for when that day does come. On Wednesday I went through the 2 drawers of my nightstand. I shredded or recycled about a foot-and-a-half tall stack of stuff….
epiphany [ih-pif-uh-nee] a sudden, intuitive perception of or insight into the reality or essential meaning of something, usually initiated by some simple, homely, or commonplace occurrence or experience I could call the conversation in my head in early March a couple of years ago an epiphany. (More on that internal dialogue in a minute….) ….
Sometime in the late 90’s I started looking at the online edition of the St. Francois County Daily Journal several times a week. Mostly I just look at the obituaries. The D.J. is the only daily in the county where I was born, where my 92-year old dad lives today and where he has lived…
The precise order of events: 1. I saw a five word reply to a FB post : “Somebody needs to do something!” 2. A few minutes later, on a different thread in a different group, I saw almost the exact same words. 3. At that very same moment the song that was playing: “Somebody to…