Goodbye, Mr. Foster
I met him at least eight years ago—maybe ten—on Concourse A at the Atlanta Hartsfield International Airport. He wore black pants and a white shirt with a black tie and bib apron. “Let me carry that for you, young man,” he said, noticing the balancing act I...
My Olympic Suggestions
Several weeks ago, I realized that for the first time in my life, I was not interested in the upcoming Olympic games. Having always been a huge fan, I wasn’t sure if my indifference was due to the “China” factor or the realization that my short-term...
The Worst Day of the Year
I will warn you now. This particular posting is not for children … There. That got your attention, didn’t it? Well, here goes … Remember the Fifth Decision, Today I Will Choose To Be Happy? I must confess that “today” … I am not!...