You’re Not Meeting My Daughter
I had just gotten divorced, which is not ordinarily considered one of…
The Customers Who Bought My Product and Wouldn’t Use the Damned Thing
For a number of years I made my living trying to help…
Throw Something Over the Fence
It doesn’t have to be brilliant. It doesn’t even have to be…
What Have You Been Wondering About?
Everybody wonders about something. Maybe it’s a problem nobody seems to have…
Maybe Your Brain Is Just an Overfed Country Boy
I Got to Thinking About Eating Now, before you start waving a…
Curation May Be a Form of Creation
You probably think you know who created the thing you’re looking at.…
What If I Hadn’t Sold the Damn Accounting Practice?
A Perfectly Good Accounting Practice I sold a perfectly good accounting practice…
The Jukebox Man Who Bought the Mortgage
I learned something about business in a restaurant in Killeen, Texas, sometime…
The Axe Went Through My Shoe. Where Did the Rest of the Memory Go?
When I was twelve or thirteen years old, I put an axe…
How Was I Supposed to Know?
When I was eleven or twelve years old, my father told me…
We Don’t Know. And That’s the Interesting Part.
Not knowing is like having an itch somewhere you’re not supposed to…
There Are Owls Living Under My Lemon Bush
There are owls living under my lemon bush, and that sentence still…