The Devil's Gift

I reached a personal milestone yesterday. Alas, there were no fireworks and no parades.

Soccer is a beautiful game, my sons told me years ago. I couldn’t see what they saw, but I’m beginning to.

I’m a soccer fan but not a fanatic. Alas, the game releases the inner barbarian.

Today is my birthday. I was born in 1947. Let’s hear if for the boomers!

I’m sick and tired of seeing 250 this, 250 that. And that’s not the worst of it.

Today let us pause to remember the lessons of our fathers.

Getting old has its benefits. (Oh yeah?! Name one!!)

My commencement address was delivered at a first-of-its-kind graduation ceremony. I asked around, but could find no evidence of any graduation like it.

My first and likely my last.

My friend came to see that the pursuit of happiness is the wrong pursuit.