Writing from the Heart with Brian
Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
When I worked as a newspaper reporter, we used to keep a running list of 'rackets' that bugged us. I left the newsroom, but I'm still keeping score. From the guilt-trip of an iPad tip screen to the power of AI, here are the everyday institutions that drive me up a wall.
A quick mission to buy a bucket of kettle corn on the Bethany Beach boardwalk turned into an exercise in optical illusions and $35 worth of decision-making regret. Here is how Goldilocks in flip-flops accidentally bought a 10-gallon drum of popcorn—and how nine people finished it in 24 hours.
When I was a kid, my parents watched the CBS Evening News every single night. Walter Cronkite would sit behind his massive anchor desk and, in his calm, authoritative voice, update the world on the day's events. Inevitably, whenever Cronkite touched on a serious earthquake in a far-off land, a crooked politician going to jail, or some... Continue Reading →
Featuring a freezing winter night, an AMC Concord, a Renault Encore that took a permanent French "lie-in," and a 35-mph speeding turtle. A look at the visceral panic of unexpected car trouble, and how a lifetime changes the way we handle the shock.
Let's get ready to rumble. Putting a new sarcastic spin on law firms -- especially those specializing in personal injury and criminal defense -- who advertise on billboards.
Think "the parent glare" is strictly a human trait? Think again. From a home office window, one weary mother doe proved that keeping adventurous kids in line is a universal struggle.
Walking into a furniture showroom shouldn't feel like a high-stakes aerial dogfight, but tell that to the salespeople locking onto us at 50,000 feet. Here is what happens when an introvert who avoids eye contact and a wife who makes instant best friends brave the retail danger zone.
What if corporate HR operated like a sports front office? Imagine getting blindsided by a mid-season trade from Lowe's to Home Depot for three cashiers and a player to be named later. Let's look at the cold business of sports trades—and why we should be glad the real world doesn't have a hot stove league.
When our kids were young, my wife and I ran nonstop. In the evening, she packed the lunches for the next day while I supervised bath time and made sure they "cleaned behind their ears." It was a crazy, hectic time. It was only when the last book was read and they were tucked three... Continue Reading →
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