399 Words. 2 Minute Read.

If you’re not familiar with an “executive workout,” they look like this:

- No weights. The point isn’t to get stronger.

- No stretching. The point isn’t to get limber.

1,219 Words. 5 Minute Read.

Life is odd at times. You work so hard for what you want, and when you get it, you don’t know that at that very moment, that’s as high as you’ll ever feel, and with each subsequent interaction, it loses its excitement and newness, until you become indifferent about seeing a movie screening at Peachtree Golf Club. What the hell is wrong with me?

517 Words. 2 Minute Read.

I’ll never forget the feeling because it can’t be replicated. The good Lord only hands them out once, maybe twice in a lifetime. Let’s just say I know how Mickey Mantle felt when he launched his 565-foot moonshot out of Griffith Stadium in ‘53.  

2,021 Words. 8 Minute Read.

I walked in the front door to what reminded me of a gilded age mansion during the off-season; massive, historic, and classically unoccupied.  Furniture, though sparse, was unpretentious and handsome.  Weathered trophy cases hold artifacts that require a century's worth of history to acquire.  Hand-painted maps of northern California reside above stately fireplaces, arched windows line long hallways, and an ornately decorated ballroom sat aristocratically empty.  I felt like I was in a 19th-century bachelor pad for robber barons.   

2,256 Words. 9 Minute Read.

I was at a Christmas party at the Racquet & Tennis Club in New York where I befriended an older gentleman. We found ourselves sitting fireside in the library chatting about squash. We got along famously and ended up enjoying steaks and bourbon at the Harvard Club – one of those quintessential New York nights.