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The Crispy Club

I only met Dolores once but she’s been part of our lives for a long time. The Mom of one of my wife’s friends, Dolores met my son Henry when he was a toddler and instantly felt a connection with him. Henry doesn’t speak using his voice yet manages to be remarkably charismatic so I wasn’t shocked that Dolores fell for his charms. Whenever she...

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The Nashville Method

When I think about how my favorite albums were created my head fills with images of late night, smoke-filled control rooms. Boozy bandmates sitting on 4AM couches not having seen the light of day in half a week waiting for the producer to get the drum kit set up in the bathroom down the hall in the hopes of getting just the right sound so...

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The Storm

We were sitting in the car in front of our apartment when my wife told me we were drowning. It was a Thursday and I had come home early as I did on Thursdays every week in order to pick up my son from his occupational therapy appointment downtown. A small concession for the seven-day-per-week work schedule I had maintained at that time. We had a...

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The Integrity of Integrity

Russell walked into the gym handsome and charming and armed with a British accent. I disliked him right away. I tend to appreciate people who are a bit more rough around the edges. Plus I’ve never met anyone who exuded all of these beautiful attributes who wasn’t, to some degree, full of shit. Maybe I was just being sour grapes but I was...

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A Selfless Act of Selfishness

Even I have to admit, the past few weeks have been a bummer. First, I told you the story of Dolores and how her simple and beautiful acts of kindness toward my son impacted me and had me grieving the death of a person I barely even knew. I told you about our dear client Barry and his sudden passing from cancer despite making health a huge...

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The School Bus Incident

I wasn’t there the night that Rob Oldman and my group of friends stole two yellow buses from inside the locked gates of the Maplewood Elementary School parking lot on a random Thursday evening in the late Spring of our junior year in high school. Not sure of the motivation behind it. Less sure of exactly how they pulled it off. And least sure as...

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We Are Our Only Saviours

There I was, sitting in a banquet room at the Hyatt Hotel that adjoined Grand Central Terminal in the middle of New York City, surrounded by 200 fellow meatheads when I, unexpectedly, received the best business advice of my life. This wasn’t a multi-level marketing pitch for supplements or an offer to buy into a brick-and-mortar gym franchise,...

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Fewer Better Things

I don’t have a great opening to this post. … Scratch that. I’ve got it. It’s not my usual foray into the weekly scripture that this newsletter has become, however I think you are going to enjoy it. Here is a reenactment by none other than my friend Hulk Hogan of me starting off every staff meeting at The Fort. If you ever wondered what happens...

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It Comes Down To Fate

I’m standing in Sam Goody flanked on the right by my brother and on the left by my Mom. For those of you who are unaware, before Spotify, before iTunes, before the Virgin Megastore and Tower Records and The Wall we had Sam Goody. A commercial record store that populated essentially every mall in the northeast United States and was where you hung...

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Things To Do Before You Die

Are you surprised I haven’t written about my tattoo, yet? I mean, I’m surprised. It’s been over two months and this is exactly the type of personal anecdote that I would rhapsodize about and attempt to turn into an overwrought parable as if I were some middle-aged Aesop. I’m not sure the reason behind my delay. Typically I can’t play it cool even...

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