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I’m fascinated by crossword puzzles, but rarely even attempt to solve one. How’s that for placing a topic of discussion in the center of the table, then boldly backing away?

I’m also fascinated by a starry night, but can only identify a handful of constellations. I watched more curling during the recent Olympics than any other sport, but have no desire to order “stones” through Amazon and plan a group outing to a nearby, indoor ice rink. And, I really enjoy fishing, but hardly ever get to go.

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I blame it all on my childhood and my first baseball experience at the tender age of six. Something catastrophic happened that spring that left an eternal scar deep within my being. Back then, we played a lot of sandlot ball at the neighborhood park and Little League had not yet discovered Tee Ball. This was back when six and seven year old kids could play more than three innings of hardball and the score would never approach the eighties.

We faced live pitching from another kid our age. And, in our league, there lived a Fire-Baller who had a rocket of an arm which enabled him to reach the plate without a bounce and with only a minimal hint of an arch on his pitches. He must have blistered the mitt at 40 mph on a consistent basis. Most of us feared this miserable wretch and unfortunately he was the only pitcher we ever saw. Well, almost. . . Let me explain.

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It’s Dr. Seuss’ birthday today. It may have snuck up on you; you may have seen it coming. If I’m breaking the news for you, I hope my announcement was straightforward enough to suit your tastes. I’m not a big fan of saying a lot, when a little will suffice.

Now that I’ve pointed out that today would be his birthday (he would be 114 today, had he not passed away in 1991 or any of the succeeding years between then and now), I feel engaged to write something to pay a measure of homage to the impact he had on my life. Maybe he had an impact on your life too, but I won’t saddle you with anything that feels like obligation. After all, for you, this may just be March second and nothing more.

Continue reading ‘EARNING YOUR DOCTORATE’ »


I recently browsed Google for various definitions of goals and goal setting and found that descriptive explanations are in no short supply (see inset photo below). Some wax quite eloquent; most actually say little to nothing practical. Goal setting is important; I get it, but don’t tell me how functional and inexpensive the furniture offerings are at IKEA and leave out the part about me having to assemble it.

What I’ve found through the years is that all the talk about goal setting draws a crowd, but nearly every single member of said crowd goes back to his or her individual life when the meeting draws to a close with little more than kindled desires of wanting more than what they presently have.

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There is an island just off the coast of Croatia, a little less than a square mile in size. It packs a riveting backstory that’s led to a captivating mystery. The island’s actual name is Baljenac, but it’s become known more popularly as Fingerprint Island.

It’s barren;  with the exception of a little vegetation, there’s not a single living thing on the island that rates higher than a bug on the food chain. But there’s plenty of evidence to suggest that it wasn’t always desolate. It’s quite easy to see that there was a time when the island played host to thriving human activity and animal life. But it’s gone now and the question of what happened is one that’s drawn substantial attention from archaeologists and historians. What led to the abandonment and death of a small island that sits so close to a rich culture?