It’s 2012. Where Is My Jet Pack?

The other day Peter Shankman tweeted, “After 16 hours of travel, I just really need to ask: It’s 2012. Where the hell is my personal jet pack?” That got me thinking, “Yeah! Where the hell IS my personal jet pack?” We’ve pretty much gotten everything else...

How You Do Anything.

There are some random thoughts and memories playing pachinko inside my head while I’m writing this post. Are they disconnected electrical pulses or an unfolding route to somewhere specific? Let me try to connect the dots for you. Miami Beach Senior High School,...

Being the Best of the Best

On one of our morning runs last week, Stella was telling me about her son and how he wins at everything. He’s a high school golf champion, he always wins when they play Scrabble, and even though he doesn’t run regularly, he did run three miles with his...

The App That Tells The Future

A while back I got into my car, flicked on the radio and realized that there just wasn’t anything for me to listen to. It seems that all of the stations were programming their music for — oh, it pains me to say it — much younger audiences. We Baby Boomers were...

You Must Be Present To Win.

Most mornings my running group meets bright-eyed and bushy-tailed at 5:45 AM. Of course, even at that peaceful time in the early morning we have to watch out for oncoming traffic. No matter how sleepy I am, nothing’s more bracing than the slipstream of speeding...
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