It’s who you know. No question about it. In some Middle Eastern cultures, they believe that everyone has “markers” in their life that guide, inform, and help them as they make their way through this world. I’ve had several myself; I include my big brother Ed as one, as he was very supportive of meContinue reading “It’s Not What You Know”
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The Bike Ride From Hell
I was thirty-two years old and had the body of a coke-fueled alcoholic on the fast track to The End. I had not lifted a weight since I was nineteen years old and I soaked my body nightly in Seagram’s VO, Elephant Beer, and other people’s girlfriends. I was dating my wife-to-be for all ofContinue reading “The Bike Ride From Hell”
Power
Power corrupts. Absolute power corrupts absolutely. Thomas Jefferson wrote that and if anyone was in a position of power for the United States, it was him. Power comes in many forms. There is the physical power of athletes who spend hours each day lifting weights and getting bigger and (hopefully) more powerful. Actors and actressesContinue reading “Power”
Ten Minutes
Old people are starting to get to me. What’s with this ten-minutes-to-do-anything rule? I mean “just a sec,’ “hold on,” “wait a minute,” all these expressions are extended to ten minutes by the more mature people. (old buzzards) I don’t get it. But we adjust. I now know to be patient and wait ten minutesContinue reading “Ten Minutes”
Road Trip
After much chagrin and frustration, I have finally convinced Domestic Despot Osama bin KAREN to let me put together a mid-week trip up in the High Sierras of California and then over to the coast for a stop at my big brother Ed’s in Ventura for a few days. I have fond memories of Ventura,Continue reading “Road Trip”
Mark's Playhouse 