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The Perils of Goal Setting

Since the age of twelve, I have been exposed to the field of self-improvement. My father collected and read books on the subject — Dale Carnegie’s How to Win Friends and Influence People, Napoleon Hill’s Think and Grow Rich, Norman … Continue reading

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Thought for the Day

Grantland Rice (1880-1954) was a sportswriter for the New York Herald-Tribune. He was really one of the first, if not the first, famous sportscasters, immortalizing Knute Rockne’s Notre Dame squad as the “Four Horsemen” of the apocalypse, among other things, … Continue reading

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The shadow of greatness

I was born, have grown old, and someday I will die In the shadow of greatness named by other men. In that murky darkness I’ve been raised and schooled, my dreams cast in contrast against a great them. My peers, … Continue reading

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Eulogy on a Blank Canvas

I was born; that’s not quite news, nor is the sequence of events that followed closely there behind of much import, or consequence: like Isaac, most of my short life falls into sets of seven years, some uphill climbs, some … Continue reading

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On Reaching Forty in a Week

In a week I will be forty. If my mother’s right it’s time to get my act together and find more delight in doing what needs to be done to build something to show for two score spent in dissipation … Continue reading

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A Tree in Winter

When in the winter, I shall stand a bare tree tall on frozen land there may be some who choose to rake among the leaves left in my wake and into separate piles by hue divide these skeletons. But who … Continue reading

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Notes from Icarus

Daedalus, my father, tried to fashion me for wings but I, who treasured heresy, had no use for the things or for the cliff that he had labored at for many years to leave for me a fortune or a … Continue reading

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