Kent Taylor’s struggle with tinnitus is personal to me

The founder of the Texas Roadhouse restaurant chain committed suicide on March 18, 2021. Most would suspect that Kent Taylor had overwhelming financial or family problems. He did not. What drove him to take his own life was tinnitus, which started after his struggle with COVID-19. It persisted and grew so distracting that the founder

First day of work: January 4, 2021

It’s my first day at work. The commute is great, my office has a nice big window and the breakroom has unlimited free coffee and snacks. This gig at BlueGlassesMedia, LLC feels pretty sweet. Once the company t-shirt arrives, I’ll be set. The boss seems like a good guy. He has a lot of experience

Good things come to those who wait

I think one of the worst parts of looking for a new opportunity, is waiting. There are bursts of energy: phone calls, meetings, presentations. You send a thank you note, an email, leave a voice mail followup. And then, you wait. How long should you wait? This article from themuse.com has some answers. But like

Thoughts about Pittsburgh, murder and Trump

I’m finally coming out of a mind bending funk, which started Saturday when I first heard of the murder of innocents in my second hometown, Pittsburgh. My first thought was about one of my former Pittsburgh colleagues, David Johnson of WPXI. David has made his home in Squirrel Hill for decades, and I wondered if

That’s who I am

I want to find the intersection of satisfying, interesting and fun.

I’m Mad as Hell…in 2018

Have you ever watched the 1976 movie, “Network”?  I did, recently. Here is a clip. You may not remember it. Perhaps you should watch the movie again. Don’t view it in historical terms. Think about “Network” in terms of 2018. Do you see what I see? I’d enjoy reading your comments and have a dialog

Don’t burn bridges and other stuff

Never burn a bridge on the way out of a job.

Pitching practice

A few days ago, I bragged that I threw a baseball 48 times and felt great. Well after that post, I realized it wasn’t so great. My elbow was sore and my forearm muscles locked up. I wasn’t sure if my dream would come true. Could I pitch again? Today, I had my answer. YES!

Past, present and future

“Sometimes the lights all shinin on me; Other times I can barely see. Lately it occurs to me what a long, strange trip it’s been…” -Truckin’ from the Grateful Dead April 14, 1980 until September 6, 2018: 1,211,846,400 seconds 20,197,440 minutes 336,624 hours 14,026 days 2003 weeks and 5 days 38 years, 4 months, 25

Baseball

It may be fall, but it’s spring training for me. As my 60th birthday approached, I received the annual email from the New York Mets, asking if I’d be interested in Mets Fantasy Baseball camp. Each time, I’ve wanted to say yes, but my mind has said no. Why? Too expensive, too much time away