Amway. There. The worst’s behind me. Five years. At least. Not much more you can do to hurt me once you know that. Like a loose tooth that needs pulling or a band-aide that has to come off: it’s best to get it over quickly. It’s a funny...
A lot’s changed since April of 2005. I can’t ski any longer; my brain, afflicted with normal pressure hydrocephalus (NPH), has seen to that. We don’t own a share of a condo in Vail any more. My eight year term in the Colorado House of...
It’s not uncommon for me to go for a short walk before I closet myself in the upstairs bedroom and sit down in front of the computer keyboard. Anything to delay the inevitable. A few mornings ago, while making my rounds, I snitched on the owner of the home just...
My partner in the insurance business was a man named Tony Cook. Smart, unflappable and with a gentle sense of humor, we both had come to insurance by circuitous routes. His, however, was more so than mine. Tony came from a military family; he’d served as a...
Several years back, I tried to purchase a new shot gun. Don’t remember exactly why. Maybe because the old Remington 1100 that Dad had given me as a Christmas gift decades earlier was getting lonely in my flimsy gun safe. Whatever. I jumped on I-25 and drove south...
