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Do you have one of those childhood photos that you wish would never see the light of day again? Yes… that is me on the left with my older brother Jeff on the right. I wrote a bit of cowboy poetry below, dedicated to my childhood and the spirit of the Old West. When I was…
Revisiting a childhood home can be an emotional experience. After you get over the difference in scale (not as big as you remember it) you’re transported back in time to relive memories you thought were long gone. I recently got to visit my childhood home at 802 S. Lafayette Street in Macomb, Illinois, and I…
“You’re aaaallll sinners! Repent before it’s too late!!” I turned to see where the voice was coming from. I was late for my freshman psychology lecture, but I had to see what was going on. There in the middle of the grass mall was a large circle of 50 students with a skimmer straw hat…
Social media allows anyone to connect directly to authors and thought leaders and have unfiltered conversations that were just not possible in the past. I just had a lunchtime exchange on Facebook with Larry Winget, author of the upcoming book “No Time for Tact.” A self-described pitbull of personal development, Larry’s in-your-face, direct style can…
“Come on, you can do it! Break the board! Break the board!!“ My best friend Jeff Bagby was coaching me on martial arts in the basement of his house in Kokomo, Indiana. It was the early 70’s and Kung Fu was at its popularity peak, fueled by primetime TV shows, movies and comic books. I…
There was a light rain followed by a sharp temperature drop, and fresh icy snow had formed all the way up Salisbury hill. There were other ways I could have gone home, but I wanted to take this shortcut. My beloved ‘71 Monte Carlo had plenty of power – a 400 cubic inch engine with…
My first attempt at climbing Yosemite’s Half Dome was a failure – I had to retreat in the face of bad weather. Many of you said I did the right thing in turning around, and that the mountain would always be there for a second try. Honestly I wasn’t sure I wanted to. The…
The runners rounded the final turn and headed into the home stretch of the 800M race at the 1972 Olympics in Munich. Dave Wottle, whose trademark white golf cap made him easy to find in the pack, was so far back it looked impossible for him to even place. I was just a kid, watching…
I was sooo comfortable in my table seat on the commuter train. Laptop plugged in, wireless Internet on and cranking through my email. Best of all, there was no one else sitting at my table to bother me. But that was about to change. “Next stop, Fremont station!” The train squealed to a stop. Shooom,…
Our hero rips down the road at blinding speed, kicking up a vapor trail of sand that lingers in the hot heavy air of the Nevada desert. He’s running for his life you know… being chased by a relentless predator who wants to eat him for lunch. He suddenly stops on a dime in front of a…