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“Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.” ― Anton Chekhov

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  • Why I Love Losers like Jordan Spieth

    “They say golf is like life, but don’t believe them. Golf is more complicated than that.” — Gardner Dickinson, a longtime American tour pro I remember watching Brian’s Song as an eleven year old trying my best not to cry… Continue reading

  • You don’t need to be a male seminarian to be an evangelist

    Once she realized who Jesus was she shared what she had seen because she had seen beauty. What was this beauty? Continue reading

  • The Breadth of the Gospel

    The breadth of the Gospel goes everywhere. It shapes how I treat those on the other side of the political debate. It informs how I spend money, how I live in harmony with my wife, and how I do work.… Continue reading

  • More than enough

    I can envision a time when I stop watching sports, because it’s become self-congratulatory, narcissistic, all-important, and ugly. And then a guy like Buddy comes along and redeems my cynicism and helps me remember the days of my youth when… Continue reading

  • The Cruise of the Rolling Junk

    I was ready to say, “One Provolone With”, which means give me one Pat’s cheesesteak with provolone cheese and fried onions. But I choked. Since the lines at Pat’s King of Steak often stretch out onto Passyunk Avenue, you have to… Continue reading

  • Pure Caffeine

    My son once decorated his room with empty Red Bull and Monster cans. I didn’t realize that his habit was fed by my wife’s decaffeinated coffee, that bags of pure caffeine are pulled from coffee beans and shipped to Red… Continue reading

  • Bona Fide Creative Plagiarist

    Bernie Sanders is the grandfatherly hippie from a generation that is stealing Facebook from the young and dancing to the Beach Boys at 50 year high school reunions. Why does Bernie resonate with young voters? Perhaps grandparents are easier to… Continue reading

  • Pretty Good Romantic Quotes

    Last night, Karen and I snuggled up on the sofa with a soft throw and a cat named Boo while watching a Hallmark movie, “I do, I do, I do,” a plagiarized revisiting of the movie, “Ground Hog Day.” Here’s… Continue reading

  • The Sound of Silence

    “You are awfully quiet, are you ok?” That question was asked of me often in my youth. I replied aloud, “Yes, I’m fine,” while I silently thought, “You sure talk a lot, are you ok?” God forgive my bias toward… Continue reading

  • Eggcorn genius

    My friends from South Jersey are different than Okies. They eat hoagies instead of subs, dip their ice cream cone in jimmies instead of sprinkles, and they vacation at the shore rather than the beach. And, if they ask you… Continue reading