Go ahead. Admit it. This blog post is awesome. I realize you’ve only read nine words up until now, but that should be plenty for you to categorize this column’s brilliance by using the currently most overused, and thereby most annoying,…
The infomercial actress appeared on the tiny screen attached to the treadmill as I labored through a 40-minute jog. Wearing that annoying “you must purchase this product now because, you know, operators ARE standing by” grin, the woman gleefully hawked…
I silently read the electronic response multiple times, seconds after it hit my inbox: “I will be out of the office today and will have limited or no access to email.” After receiving three identical retorts from different message recipients…
Improving my life these days seems to revolve around lists. Or bullet points. I need only check my Twitter or LinkedIn feeds to see the numerical-driven headlines, followed by tidy rows of self-help suggestions: Five Reasons You Should Quit Your…
Just as I eagerly await Trumpcare Part Two, I am also anticipating a Pepsi commercial do-over. And although I have no experience on the healthcare front and cantherefore not tell the president and congressional leaders how to write a new…
Driving up Chicago’s famed Lake Shore Drive the other day, I found myself boxed in by four SUVs, all hauling boats of different shapes, sizes and price tags, all bound for their summer homes in one of the city’s lakefront…
Three retirement-centric questions keep me up at night. Also frequent trips to the bathroom, but let’s focus on the questions for now: 1. Have my wife and I socked away enough money for retirement? 2. How can we remain close…
My good friend Brad recently plunged head first into the online dating pool, having recently separated from his wife of 20-plus years. When we met for drinks one evening, he felt compelled to obsessively check his phone, his text alert…
Every few months one of those “List all the jobs you’ve ever had” requests appears in my Facebook feed and invites me to repost my answers. For the record, here goes: Paper delivery boy Golf caddy Fuller Brush salesman (Google…
Do cars have feelings? This question haunts me whenever I am in the market for a new automobile. My BMW X5 is currently one month from its lease expiration. I know it, my bank knows it, and my BMW sales…