Archive For August 31, 2017
Stumbled upon a piece I wrote to make money while promoting a charity. Can’t help thinking about flooded Texans and how we all need help sometime or another. (9/25/91) – JDW This is not about money. This is about people. It’s about those who can, helping those who can’t. It’s about doing the right thing…
The following seems circa early 1991. Wanted a column in the big local paper. Think I knew there was zero chance ever. Pretty sure I knew why. – JDW First, some notes. An urban Joe Bob Briggs with the occasional attitude. Talk about the CUT THE BRUSH solution to crime as a metaphor for…
A man without knowledge of himself and his heritage is like a tree without roots. – Dick Gregory Poem by Hakim Bellamy you said war was a joke except you meant it not a mean bone in your body all funny ones made it harder to break you served your country for eighty-two…
Some good people moved in and out of my life. Hard to find them when you don’t even remember their names. I remember “Emmy”, an Iranian-American videographer and artist, with whom I created many a television commercial. An excellent man I haven’t heard hide nor hair in decades. He was a good man. An honest…
Authored by Tara Parker-Pope for the New York Times. Apparently, resilience is important for children. And for those in Midlife. I have to ask, what about old folks? – JDW Credit Sarah Williamson Much of the scientific research on resilience — our ability to bounce back from adversity — has focused on how to build resilience…
Wonderful week. High among the red rocks. On our way out of town, she had to stop to get her aura photographed. The old man had time to read the brochure. An AURA is the electromagnetic energy field that surrounds, encompasses and permeates the body as well as all living things. The colors and patterns…
The winning numbers for the jackpot drawn Wednesday night were 6, 7, 16, 23, 26, and the final number, called the Powerball, was 4. Forced to reconsider his financial future after not winning Powerball, the old man scratched the fog of his past, to nurture a new idea. World’s Slowest Professional Runner hadn’t worked out…
The old runner drove up the hill and up the hill and up the hill. Then he got out of the Jeep. And invented a new sport – high altitude standing. “It’s all I can do, honey. You keep shopping.” And he sat down. The past hour, he’d been telling total strangers about his last…
by TED KOOSER Mr. Kooser, U.S. poet laureate 2004-06, wants “to pass along the news of the death of my dear old yellow Lab, Howard, at age 15, in the hope that a few of you will join me in wishing him well on his trip to the stars. Here’s how it felt to me to…
We mostly stayed outside of downtown proper. West Sedona. The Real Inn is the real deal. Anything happens to the young redhead, the old man is headed straight back to Sedona. Figure Elizabeth and Kris can draw straws. West Side Deli. 11 a.m. – 4 p.m. Seven days a week. Who don’t like those hours. Both…