Today I had the best work-lunch I’ve ever had.  My boss and I and her other 3 direct reports went to a Brazilian steakhouse called Fogo de ...

When I wrote the previous post, my sole intention was to present this part to come.  As it so often happens with me, I start out needing on...

Yep, that’s what this post is about.  And I don’t mean Dick Clark, Dick Cavett, Dick Nixon or racecar driver Dick Trickle. And I know w...

My buddy John got married shortly after high school. It was kind of a “rush job,” if you know what I mean. But it was funny because the enti...

I reference my Grandpa on my mother’s side a lot.  He’s the one that was the Storyteller, although his siblings were no slouch at spinning ...

...Or, The Night I Caught the Funk The Grammy awards were on last Sunday and I didn’t watch them.  I haven’t watched them in ages.  It’s n...

I was all set to write a nice, easy, breezy story about my adventures last night at Sitcom Kelly’s party.  No fuss, no controversy, just ta...