Think, Laugh, & Cry Each Day
She's a people person and has a story for every situation. She walks into a room and immediately takes it over. People gather and want to be near her. He's different. He rarely says two words, but seems to notice everything, a glance, a throw-away look, nothing seems to get past him. They couldn’t be... Continue Reading →
When I was a young kid, my parents got my brothers and I up early one Saturday morning to make the three-hour drive to Pittsburgh to see my favorite baseball team, the Pittsburgh Pirates. I could barely hold in my excitement. The game would be my first Major League Baseball game. The drive went past... Continue Reading →
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood and it's gotten me thinking lately about the road not taken: a car salesman, preacher, insurance carrier, farmer, and steel worker to name a few possible roads. These are all fine careers. When I was a kid, I couldn’t wait to get out of my hometown and make... Continue Reading →
We could travel to Europe. We could stroll past the luxurious galleries and plazas surrounding the Louvre and the Tuileries garden for a classic romantic walk or take our picture together looking up at the Eiffel Tower. We could catch a table at Carretera Miramar, a picturesque, little café overlooking the city of Barcelonia, and... Continue Reading →
I’m a man of lists. I love everything about them. How much so? In 400 words or less, I can tell you: --They keep me organized and moving in the right direction. --They satisfy my perfectionist-keep-working-until-you-get-it-right nature. --They’re easy to complete and I like the feeling of checking tasks off. There goes another! --They help... Continue Reading →
I think one of the best lessons I ever gave my kids: telling them when I’m wrong. For example, a few years ago, I picked my son up from his high school cross country practice and was driving him home. The sun had started to set and a cold wind blew making it feel later... Continue Reading →
My car is starting to die. The car starts fine, but when you push the gas pedal to a modest 35 to 40 mph, it starts to shake and shimmy and something metallic in the engine starts to rattle. When the noise starts, I normally just turn up the volume on my radio or music... Continue Reading →
Like most people, I get a flurry of bills in the mail each day. My car’s gas gauge seems eternally stuck on E - empty. I need to go grocery shopping in the worst way. You look in our refrigerator and you see a bunch of condiments, some eggs and a lonely beer or two.... Continue Reading →
I looked like a real-life pirate. I just needed a wooden peg leg and I would’ve looked like the real thing. Without the leg, I still looked pretty darn good. I had a black eye patch and a beard that covered much of my face, but that wasn’t all. I wore an old wig that... Continue Reading →
Writing from the Heart with Brian 
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