Well the time has finally come! The invitations are in the mail!!! Whoo Hoo! We have already received some response cards and it was like christmas when I went to the mail box, and what to my wondering eyes should appear, but wonderful response cards sitting right there!!!….which means, it will be like christmas every… Continue reading Christmas in May!
“Much more important than working hard is knowing how to find the right thing to work on. Paying attention to what is going on in the world. Seeing patterns. Seeing things as they are rather than how you want them to be. Being able to read what people want. Putting yourself in the right place… Continue reading Working Hard
“First of all, you have to listen to everything and understand everything. Then you can get aggressive.” Attorney Decof, 86, won grooves fight for Ping
Bottle caps in the asphalt like buttons on the earth. Coke, Sprite, and Dr. Pepper lining the driveway all the way down to where the mail comes. To the mailbox. To the mailman. To the curb where the garbage sits on Friday mornings for an hour or two after dad’s gone to work and mom’s… Continue reading Good Boy
It seems that each time I return to use the platform on which this website is built (i.e., WordPress), it is in need of an update. Although the update should be automated, that has never worked, and still does not. The reason for this is lost on me, and I don’t care to take the… Continue reading Like An Unwanted Chore
Winter finally melted away, at least long enough to provide those of us in Northern Lower Michigan a two-day glimpse of spring that, conveniently, coincided with the final two rounds of the Masters golf tournament. The Traverse City Golf & Country Club managed to open an assortment of front- and backnine holes that, when strung… Continue reading First Round of Golf 2011
I was a man at a bridal shower this past weekend, which, I’m told, isn’t totally unheard of. (Yes, I was invited.) I walked in and this big group of women was laughing. Instantly I wondered if my fly was open or if I had mis-buttoned my shirt. No, it wasn’t that. I had arrived… Continue reading Man At Shower