I’m repeating this from my Facebook post on August 3, our 50th wedding anniversary. We’re in Nantucket, as we always are this time of year, and we planned nothing special because for 50 years, every day has been special. 50 years ago today, I was thoroughly enjoying the moment of our wedding, not knowing what might be ahead. And today, I still thoroughly enjoy each moment, not knowing what might be ahead. I would not be the man I …
Among the great hypocrisies of the day is that so many people crave privacy and object to cameras, recordings, and disclosure of their lives, the same lives which they display in often revolting detail on social media. Hospitals have to abide by HIPAA privacy laws, yet people feel free to post photos of themselves complete with wounds, tubes, and incisions on Facebook. When we say to someone we meet, “How are you?” we usually don’t mean it.
We went to a cavernous store called REI yesterday to buy stuff for our Safari next month. They’re very nice folks, have a huge staff, and they’re actually a co-op. Suddenly, we’re members. The puddle jumper taking us from Johannesburg to the lodge at the Botswana border will only accept soft luggage and a maximum of 22 pounds per person. I bought clothes with a lot of pockets. It was amazing what they cater to in there, from kayaks to …
I had an Armani overcoat that was so impressive it made me look decent. After seven years, a pocket ripped. So I took it to Armani in New York to see if I could get another one like it. They told me that the pocket shouldn’t have ripped, and provided a replacement of a $2,500 overcoat after seven years. That’s prelude to my story, every ounce of which is true and unembellished. I never look at price tags. I don’t have to, …
I work out three times a week, once with a female trainer and twice with a male trainer. They are both excellent, though there are times I want to drop a weight on their feet. While I’m struggling with a lift this morning, the woman says to me, “I’d never let my husband work out with a female trainer.” I leaped on the obviousity between grunts, and said, “Well, what are WE doing here?” “I don’t know,” she said, “it …
Some time ago, a beautiful super model was on a morning talk show hawking a cosmetic line. She mentioned “foundation” which I’m thinking is a sort of base covering, and said, “Of course, I, personally, don’t need foundation.” At that point my wife threw a bag of potato chips at the television and both dogs and I hastily left the room concerned about further fallout. I’m sure the model’s effectiveness plummeted at that juncture. But it reminded me of a …
