Most Commencement Speeches Have 2 Sides
Attention: young people about to graduate college. Put down that beach ball!
This is not a typo. I went to graduation ceremonies at George Washington University last weekend, and all during the speech — made by a prominent government leader — the students were tossing a beach ball, punching it from section to section, like at a Jimmy Buffet concert. I kept waiting for someone to interrupt the future of global economy by yelling “PLAY MARGARITAVILLE, DUDE!”
DEMERS HAPPILY BACK WHERE HE BELONGS
The man in the Coca-Cola uniform opened the back of his truck. Another day, another delivery. He loaded the cases and rolled the trolley through the tunnel. He has been making this stop at the Montreal Forum for a long time, since he was a young man, and he is...
37 RULES FOR PICKING DIAMOND IN THE ROUGH
As any sports fan can tell you, there is more to softball than wearing a uniform. There is also drinking beer. And the burping contest. But, shucks, all that comes after the game, and we haven’t even picked our team yet.Wait.Our team.Is it time to pick our...
PIONEER JUSTICE ONLY WORKS FOR MADMEN
Once upon a time, in the wild, wild West, men would shoot one another over the smallest things: an insult, a broken promise, cheating in poker, a bad glass of whiskey. It was pioneer justice; shoot and ride away. If your horse was fast enough, you left the...
HARD CHOICE, BIG FUTUREWEBBER DECIDES TO FOLLOW DREAM
How fast the time goes, Doris Webber thought, as she watched her son step to the podium. She heard the lenses click. Saw the TV lights flick on. Not long ago, it seemed, her firstborn was just starting to talk. Now the cameras whirred and the tape decks rolled and he...
Chaney Most Likely Will Manage As Coach
The truth is, you don’t coach NBA players anymore, you manage them. They are richer than you. More famous than you. More important than you. So they have the power.
MAY IS TOO EARLY TO BE WAITING TILL NEXT YEAR
My rear end is frozen. I do not care. I am sitting alone at center ice in Joe Louis Arena, arms folded, legs crossed.”WHATCHA DOIN’ OUT THERE?” a maintenance man yells.”W-w-waiting,” I say.I will wait a long time. I figure sooner or...
Hopelessness Is Lost In Dawn’S Early Light
NEW YORK — Most of the time, I have no affection for this city. It is, as locations go, a good place to get shot. Or run over. Or splashed by muddy water. Shoved through a subway door. Made dizzy by a cab ride. Poked in the ribs by a homeless person. Conned by some fast-talking dude moving a $20 bill under an eggshell.
