“Monet is only an eye. Yet what an eye.” – Cezanne My youngest daughter swam in a meet over the weekend. We parked our chairs at the side of the pool where the swimmers pull themselves out of the water and walk…
“Dad, can we have a Halloween party?” Sure. But you have to plan it. “How?” Start from the beginning. First, pick a date. Then consider the guest list and budget. “A budget?” Yes, it’s the thing that helps pay for…
Pat Morita lives in my head. I visit him every day. After I get up and have coffee and brush my teeth. After I take the kids to school. And after another cup of coffee, I don my brown jacket…
I recently sat down for coffee with an old friend from the advertising business. “So I looked at your website, and I’m just not sure what you do, Jim,” she said. I gave her a quizzical gaze that, if it…
September 1979, Baton Rouge, Louisiana. I was thirteen. The LSU Tigers and their legendary coach Charlie McClendon were hosting the nation’s #1 team, the USC Trojans, in Death Valley. We had tickets to the game. We’d moved to Baton Rouge that…
