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Picking my fight

I hope by the time you read this column it will already be outdated.  As the euphemism goes, I’m between jobs right now. A few weeks ago, the new CEO of the large mental and behavioral health nonprofit for which I served as director of communications called me in to tell me that, in a cost-cutting effort, he was eliminating my...

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Sandwich meat

Several years ago Kelly and I went backpacking in Southern Utah with our best friends, John and Sabine.  On the drive back to California, we stopped in Las Vegas to spend a couple of hours. We knew exactly which tourist attraction we absolutely had to visit: The Liberace Museum. OK, so we were going for the kitsch of it. Now, I...

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I’ve become a family-values voter

I’ve always been a pretty political person.  In 1976, my mom drove me downtown, where I picked up a stack of  ‘Jimmy Carter for President’ brochures to drop on the doorsteps in my neighborhood.  Some of the neighbors were quite scandalized! I remember that on election night my parents made me go to bed prior to the...

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Get the gun, George

I’ve never been much for Valentine’s Day – at least not as an adult, anyway.  But when I was a kid, it was a ton of fun. It was all about jumping onto a porch, dropping a card, ringing the bell and high-tailing it out of there before the door opened. One year, to aid in our already legendary stealth, my best friend and I...

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Lights, camera, action!

I’ve loved movies for as long as I can remember.  It started when my mom would drop my older siblings and me off at the Murray Theater. It was there – when I was 4 or 5 – that I convinced my very amused big sister to sit through the original True Grit three consecutive times because Glen Campbell kept getting killed. (I had...

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Yes, Christopher, there is a Santa

By nature, I suppose I’m a pretty sentimental guy. I mean I have rocks I chipped from the walls of my grandmother’s childhood house in Greece. I have my Aunt Tina’s framed picture of John Kennedy, and the first thank-you card my niece Lyndsey sent me. I know they’re just things. But to me they have real meaning. The really...

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