I was in Santa Monica, Calif., on a short vacation when Bob called to tell me Ray died.
I hadn’t seen Ray in years, but I think about him every time I walk up to the front of a seminar room. I always look around to see if he’s there, and I always sweat a bit, thinking he might be. And here’s why.
It’s an old joke. I show you a beat-up old axe and tell you that this is American history. It’s the very axe George Washington used to chop down that cherry tree.
One of the coolest things about growing old is that you get to give
advice to people who haven’t asked for it. It’s also safe to talk to young
ladies, because they all see you as their grandfather.
While researching people
who subscribe to magazines, an advertising company came across an elderly
farmer who recently began subscribing to both National Geographic
and Playboy.
Effectively heating multi-family buildings can be tricky.
June 1, 2012
So I’m in Europe and telling these nice guys about my 77-year-old Aunt Lucy and how she moved into her studio apartment on Second Ave. in New York City back when J.F.K. was just taking the oath of office.
I heard they had let Russ
go when I was out with some contractor friends. It just came up in the
conversation and that was that. The company had been bought by another company
some years back and the owners of the original company had done their time and
moved on. Russ stayed because no one could imagine him anywhere else. And I say
that because of the way the guy worked.
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