How Lou Reed taught me to play better golf

Ezine #4—I had the coolest job in the world. In my world, at least. In 1986, I was the music critic for the Canadian Press news agency in Toronto. I was paid to listen to albums, go to concerts and interview rock stars, and write about it all. Among the folks I interviewed one-on-one were David Bowie, Robert Plant, Peter Gabriel and Joe Strummer. Usually, I was pretty cool about meeting these people, but every once in a while I’d get … [Read more...]

A blog about judgment; I hope you approve

Ezine #3—When my boys were in high school, I often suggested they join various clubs and participate in social activities beyond sports. Apparently, however, engaging in such things would be “uncool.” Of course, I translated uncool to mean, “I’d love to act on your great wisdom dear father, but I’m terribly afraid of being judged by my mean-spirited peers.” You don’t have to be a teenager to be concerned about what people think about you. … [Read more...]

How I learned to stop trying and became a better podcaster

Watch Howard and I present what we're calling Swing Thoughts Live at the Toronto Golf Show on Friday at 5:30 p.m. and Saturday at 2:30 p.m. It will be fun! Click here for details Newsletter #3, February 23, 2017—I have been doing a podcast called Swing Thoughts for more than a year now with Howard Glassman—aka Humble Howard—but it’s only in the last few months that I finally feel like I can play without choking my guts out. We’ve done 38 … [Read more...]

I’ll bet you can make a commitment and keep it

In thinking about our societal problem with commitment, I’m reminded of a poignant episode of that paragon of social commentary, The Flintstones. In Season Two in 1962, Arnold the newsboy challenges Fred to a marbles game, re-igniting Fred’s gambling compulsion, sending him into a hypnotic, stuttering trance, ‘B-b-b-bet-bet!” Generally speaking, if I ask most people about their commitments, it’s such a loaded and scary word that they can … [Read more...]

My end-of-the-season ritual: It’s over and I’m good with that

I am not grieving the end of the golf season. I’m done and I’m good with it. I’ve accepted that I won’t be hitting the little white ball off green grass for another five months, except in the unlikely event that I go south this winter. Over the past half-dozen years or so, I’ve followed a season-ending ritual that allows me to segue into winter unbridled with sorrow and longing. If you are “normal” person, you may not grasp the pathos of … [Read more...]