Category: Life Lessons

  My dad was a kind and gentle man.  He didn’t have a mean bone in his body.  I never heard him curse, and he was all over me if I stepped out of  line.  He treated everyone with respect.  He wouldn’t understand today’s rush to change our culture. He drove a Faygo truck for …

After World War II my dad held several jobs. He worked on a  production line, delivered horse meat to stores in Mt. Clemens and Detroit, made beverage deliveries for my Uncle Harry Mac’s father, and finally Faygo.  He worked as a teamster for Faygo Beverages for over thirty years. The company was originally the Feigenson …

It’s not what you think. “Hey little girl” is not a pick up line. The first time I uttered the phrase was for Liz Lane when she was three or four years old. Our families were staying in Myrtle Beach. She’s the youngest child of our friends, Rick and Jan and one of the youngest …

I played golf with some new friends earlier this week. I’ve joined a drop-in league. The name comes from the fact you play whatever week you wish without the commitment of a weekly match. It’s a nice format for the summer. You play against a single opponent whose handicap is similar to yours. Mine is …

I try to look at life like the shower guy in this cartoon. If things aren’t going my way, I make adjustments. I know people who focus on the negative and, what seems like, their never ending woes. That’s a bummer. Life is full of obstacles. I believe we’re better off when we focus on …

Several years ago, when our three children and their spouses were celebrating somebody’s something somewhere, one of them allowed themselves to be “over-served”. As a result his, or her, behavior changed. The resulting misbehavior was cause for some concern. The “over-served” individual was singled out and told they were a “stain on the family crest”. …

When I was about ten a group of my friends were playing army in my backyard. All such games ended with a battle and lots of fake dying. Some were simple falls, others were more dramatic like you might see on TV or in the movies. Wounds were healed with a flick of a finger …

Barb was the youngest mom in the neighborhood, and I thought she was the prettiest.  (After my mom of course.)  I recall being in her house one day as she was preparing to go out for the evening with her husband, Dick.  I thought she smelled great.  I asked her what perfume she was wearing …

I grew up in suburban Royal Oak in the 1950’s and 60’s.  The houses all looked alike on our dirt street. When it rained, the street was so muddy the dads parked on Eleven Mile Road, or one of the other paved streets, and walked the final block or two home.  Farnum, the street we …

I called Eric, and Eric’s mom, from the business site.  Neither one answered. I told Andrew I’d continue calling until I heard from someone and get in touch with him as soon as I knew something.  Mom’s pledge to “pick him up and drop him off myself” concerned me.  Perhaps something had happened to the …