The Naked Runners

Growing up at a summer camp in the North Woods of Wisconsin, I heard my fair share of campfire stories. But first you must enjoy the lyrics to the Camp Golden Eagle fight song, sung to the tune of On Wisconsin:Golden Eagle, Golden Eagle,Keep your sites on high.You can...

My Parting Gift

When I left AT&T after a summer internship during business school, I was required to surrender my company identification card. Sentimental, I asked to keep it. "I just want it for a souvenir." "No, I’m sorry," said the HR representative....

A Day Trip To Toronto

Enjoying The Visitor last night at the Drexel reminded me of my own experience with the INS. It was on a day trip to Toronto to visit some clients with my long-standing colleague Michael, a native Canadian. After the day’s meetings, we were on our way back to...

“Artie, shut up!”

After my sisters had all left the house as adults, my parents and I ate dinner around the little kitchen table. I don’t think emotion played much of a role in that decision. No one wept, “Oh, we can’t eat at the big dining room table without those...