Category: On the Way Out the Door

Getting the Wife’s Permission to Live Inbox Roulette Yesterday’s anesthesia fog hadn’t lifted when my email lit up with the ultimate “We’ve been trying to reach you” pitch: burial insurance.Perfect timing, right? Fresh stitches, a pain pump still humming, and now someone wants me to price out my exit strategy. After twenty years of outliving…

Early Tee Time on the Tenth Green It’s a postcard-perfect May morning: mid-70s, zero humidity, sunlight bouncing off the 10th green across the pond beyond my deck. Any sane golfer would already be lacing up spikes. I, however, am nursing joints that snap like bubble wrap and wondering if I can even hoist the clubs…