Delta Dreaming

 THE ASSIGNMENT Truth be known, I didn’t want to do the piece in the first place. Hell, I wasn’t even a journalist. I was a consultant, a pr...

I’ve told about the decision my neighbor and I made once to run a marathon. We made the decision in the fall of 1979 and were training in se...

Fiction Friday: Only a slightly fictionalized account of something that happened to me years ago. The Assignment By Jimmie von Tungeln...

A few more words on Don Zimmerman and then I’ll quit. So many tributes will flow this week about his contributions to cities. An act, though...

She was a tiny lady of indeterminate age, her back bent and her fingers gnarled from arthritis. Don’t know how she held a pencil, but she d...

Sales trainers tell us that sometimes, when objections involve falsehoods, one must be firm. Reconciliation only goes so far. “That’s just ...

Going through some files this chilly, rainy morning, I ran across a note I sent, back in 1997 to the late John Woodruff, my longtime friend...