I Don’t Eat Donuts.

I Don’t Eat Donuts.

It’s not a health thing. Or even an aversion to sweet, doughy concoctions. It’s that they don’t taste like the donuts my mother made. Just once. (Or, at least, that’s the only time I can remember.) My mother was, and is, wonderfully resourceful and inventive. At the...
A Letter From the Trenches…

A Letter From the Trenches…

My paternal Grandfather, Irving Henry Crowne, served in the Infantry during World War One on the battlefields of France. Barely 20-years old, he penned the letter below to the folks at home, recalling what it was like at the front lines. His nephew, Roger, discovered...
I’m Shocked and Dismayed

I’m Shocked and Dismayed

New regulations took effect this week that require investment advisors to serve their customers’ interests before their own. This is known as a “fiduciary duty” and my SHOCK was in learning that this requirement is only being imposed now, in April, 2016, decades after...
What I Meant to Say Was…

What I Meant to Say Was…

John and I locked eyes and he tilted his head the way Maggie, my Old English Sheepdog does when she doesn’t understand what I’ve said to her, and there was a long pause until Amy, John’s wife, jumped in and explained. And then we all erupted in uproarious laughter...

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