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...
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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...
A while back I binged a show on HBO called The Leftovers. Loved it. Created by Damon Lindelof, who co-created and wrote much of Lost which I loved, loved, loved. (You didn’t like the Lost...
Not every writer can be Tom Wolfe. Not every writer should be. I mean, what are you supposed to do with all those ridiculous and revelatory exclamations of shock and astonishment? How do you deal...
To Jack, Jimmy, Tommy, Trains, and Gus…. Ha! You thought that once the California trip was over you were DONE with me. Wrong. No such luck. See, I like a good wrap-up. A photo album of a great...
I got a text from my old hockey buddy Jeff a few days ago saying outdoor hockey was on the agenda for this weekend. (The first cold snap of winter always provides the best ice.) I didn’t put on...
The Story of Johnny Sidney, Police Detective is a radio play I did as a school project a million years ago. So much of the past gets lost in the blur of Long Ago, but the making of this recording...
Fifty-one years later and now I know. Paperback Writer is a query letter. (I never knew what a query letter was until I started writing them myself in my ongoing quest to get my books published.)...
Here is a little cool thing I’m able to do once a year. The company I work for, First Generation, sponsors a moment during Lehigh Valley Phantoms hockey games, when they honor someone who has...
Men in suits came to the office today. They were in the conference room, with the door closed. Nothing listed on the corporate calendar. Nothing mentioned in the weekly staff meeting. There they...
I remember my dad taking my brothers and me to Lehigh University football games on Saturday afternoons back when I was a kid. Taylor Stadium (gone now) might as well have been a coliseum; the grass...
It was Sunday afternoon and I was down at the creek with my brothers goofing off. That’s what you did when it was July, you were eleven years old, and it was 1969. When I think about it today...
In May of 2017, Laura, Max and I embarked on a three week drive across the county. And here’s proof.
The story of why it took twelve years for our son to meet his full-blooded brother for the first time is a long one that will be written on another day. But on this day … this sad, horrible, unfair...
It’s something my brother, Jonathan, said to me. I was deep into a video project that a client was ruining by suggesting horrible changes—stripping the heart and soul from the piece. It was a...
Everything has a beginning. You are here at the beginning of this.