Newsflash: The Ski Patrol Is Not Coming

The trail was 45-minutes long. One of those long, windy black diamond numbers over steep moguls, through unconsolidated snow.  My bindings were acting up.  One turn, two, and my ski would fall off. Walt was getting frustrated.  Down on his hands and knees for the...

R.I.P.

This is a guest post from my friend, Patrick Combs. Patrick Combs. He was one of those chance encounters that changed the course of our lives. Walt had crossed paths with him on Facebook, bought an extra conference ticket from him, and off the relationship went, down...

Be. Here. Now.

When I was a kid, we’d sit as a family at the dining room table for Thanksgiving and my heart would sink at the sight of the kitchen I’d be expected to clean. Potatoes dripping from the mixer blades onto the floor; the cast iron skillet on the stove top, both of them...

The best revenge, EVER!

Several months ago, I was presented with the opportunity to doctor a book manuscript. Michelle Cully, the author, is this high-powered chick who owns a courier company in the metro-Boston area. If you saw her, you’d laugh, because she looks more like a...