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Yawn.  Out of bed.  Rise and shine. I’ve got a couple of ideas for my blog today, let’s log into the Times Union portal and… Hey Firefox browser, what do you mean you can’t find the Times Union blog portal? Oh well, maybe the techies at Hearst are fiddling with the portal again.  Hey, maybe…

“Hindsight is 20/20,” so says the proverbial anecdote.  A similar phrase is, “If I knew then what I know now…”  It’s the reason why sports teams drafted Ryan Leaf and Kwame Brown and regretted those decisions years later. And in my life, I’ve known plenty of hindsight endeavors.  Times when I thought something was great,…

This report in the Reno Gazette tells the story of a woman’s obituary. Why is this so newsworthy?  Everybody dies at some point in time, and everyone gets an obituary – a necrology of their achievements and accomplishments, and the survival of their family members. Not this time. The obituary for this woman is not…

Remind me again of that partly cloudy morning. Remind me again of the men and women who went to work that day. Remind me again of the husbands and wives, the sons and the daughters, who boarded the planes. Remind me again of the office workers in that five-sided building. Remind me again of the…

Sometimes the pressure is so overwhelming, it’s like the only source of relief is the one of last resort. Your relationship ended.  You lost a family member or a close friend.  The bullying is non-stop.  He won’t stop hitting you.  You just received the diagnosis.  Nobody understands.  Nobody cares.  Nobody would miss you. And there’s…

Damn it, I hope I didn’t lose that spool of film. Where is it?  I have to find it. Please don’t tell me that it completely vanished, that it got lost years ago when I moved to Green Island.  I can’t replace it, and I need it right now. Oh, hi there, blog reader.  You’re…

I spent Saturday night in Boston.  It was a vacation weekend for me – doing some personal business, some sightseeing, reconnecting with places from my past.  Both sides of my family came from Boston – my mother’s side lived in places like Quincy and Abington and Brockton; my father’s side lived in Brookline and West…

I have many fears in my life.  Oh sure, it may seem to all my blog readers that I’ve conquered all the demons that have plagued me for the past five decades.  The tormentors, the griefers, the bullies and the hurters. But that doesn’t mean that I’ve conquered all my fears.  Some of those fears,…