Last week my son, Max, asked if we could switch cars for a day—he was going on a long drive—so, no problem. (It makes me think of my dad, who would give up his car at a moment’s notice to one of us...
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Back when mastodons roamed the land, when I was a kid, mine was a world of Making Plans and Biding My Time. This was especially true if I got the fever over a toy or game that went way beyond any...
I’ve revisited a series of fiftieth and sixtieth anniversaries in this space lately—a reaction to my age, and the tectonic shifts that takes place in a boy’s life when he realizes that...
Sixty-two years ago today, at a church fair, two teenagers met each other for the first time. One of the boys, who was 16, was performing with his band on a makeshift stage on the back of a truck...
There is a folder in my filing cabinet that’s been there since 1980. It is old and worn, its tab bent and pulled so many times it threatens to fall off—or even more likely—dissolve away. It is of...
I’m out of the house at 5:30 AM. I need to start work early this morning. Busy week. Busy month. But so what. Deadlines are deadlines, work is work, and today I’ve got two days of stuff...
It looks as though I’m continuing a theme of fiftieth anniversaries here. At first, I thought it was completely by accident. But now I believe I have discovered that 1968 was a transformative...
A love letter—no matter how lame, strained, or unworthy—to the song and the band that helped shape my life. I was ten years old when I first heard it. Now, fifty years later, when I do the math, am I...
I call my blog Find Five Seconds because often the most beautiful, wonderful moments in life are achingly short: the turn of a head, a blink of the eye, a second … or two … or five. I do...