I was sorting through the clutter on a kitchen desk this morning and stumbled across the letter reposted below. I wrote this shortly after my father had been diagnosed with the leukemia that would finish him off the following February. This was the kind of letter that it is easy to put off writing – […]
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Easter & My Insane Rabbit-Terrorist Gig in Boston
Technically, I was never an Easter Rabbit – at least not that I can remember. (Some Easter dinners involved way too much beer.) But when I lived in Boston, I served time as a Beatrix Potter promotion rabbit at a Filene’s Department store in nearby Manchester, New Hampshire. Except that the bizarre outfit looked more […]
Post-Inaugural Rage & Loathing – My Hot Times in 2005
There have been some screaming matches on Washington-bound flights between people coming for Trump’s inauguration versus the Women’s March the following day. A dozen years ago, I saw – well, maybe sparked – similar fracases on a flight from Washington to Dallas, Texas, two days after Bush’s second inaugural speech whooped up forcibly spreading freedom […]
My Path-Breaking Work at the Harvard Business School
The Northeast is getting whacked by a blizzard, bringing back memories of one of my favorite gigs when I lived in Boston in the late 1970s. Following is an excerpt from the Public Policy Hooligan chapter on “Playing Left Field in Boston.” That chapter begins, “My 1977 move to Boston was akin to the Beverly […]
Boston Radio Show on my Santa Claus Gig
Here’s a MP3 clip of a zesty December 12th interview on the Good American radio show talking about my gig as a Santa Claus. The host was Charles Rivers and it was broadcast on Cambridge/Boston’s WEMF Radio. We had a fine durn time. For the full story on the Santa gig and other misadventures, see Public Policy Hooligan.
WSJ: Confessions of a One Season Santa Claus (2011)
A lot of folks say that freelance writers never do any honest work. Pshaw! I worked as a Santa Claus more than 30 years ago, so that charge doesn’t apply to me. Here’s a repost of a riff that was published in the Wall Street Journal three years ago. I used this story in my memoir essay, […]