The 100 Guy

My friend Charlie was watching television a few Sundays ago when “the Fed” closed his bank.

My five-year-old granddaughter stepped off the school bus from kindergarten and seemed troubled.

I was a devoted sports fan when I was teenager.

Sure, I give presents to friends and family this month – and I make annual donations to my list of nonprofits.

I wrote “Headscape: How a bald guy replanted his hair and restarted his life” to help others address a subject many avoid.

After leaving newspapers, I started an agency serving developers, architects, financial and legal clients, leading it for nearly two decades.

My girlfriend Edith, overhearing me tell a prospect how we’d find each other – “I’m 6’1” and balding,” – giggled uncontrollably.

A college fraternity brother grabbed the small remaining dollop of my brown forehead hair, proclaiming, “Two Mile Island!”

My best hair day ever was in seventh grade when the yearbook photographer took class officer photos.

As we adjust to the deep structural changes the pandemic has wrought upon industry economics, perhaps none is more of an existential threat than the Great Resignation.

Lawyers say picking a jury is the most important part of a trial.

Returning to its first in-person conference following a 2.5-year break, the executive committee of PRSA’s Counselors Academy was looking for a new idea to build momentum and community for its September 2021 Nashville event.

One day, when I led an in-house agency for The Charlotte Observer, the publisher decided the newspaper needed a new slogan.

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I’ve lived that Jefferson quote since I was a teenager.

My dad wanted me to be a lawyer or doctor.

Some of my friends were elated by the Republicans’ $1.9 trillion tax cut in 2017.

Other than during my college intramural boxing class or my best friend’s single slug on the second grade playground – I’ve never been in a fistfight.

Can we, in the old Latin phrase, launch a modus vivendi – an agreement allowing conflicting parties to coexist in peace?

Give away a percentage of your business to your best team members. If you love something, let it go.

Amidst pandemic, economic collapse, racial disparity and political warfare, do you wonder how America would be faring if we instead followed what God asked us to do?

Most major religions share the tradition of making a pilgrimage, a journey to increase knowledge of self, nature and/or God.

Two years ago, I spotted Washington Post columnist E.J. Dionne exiting our plane at DCA. “I never stop celebrities,” I told him, “but in my world of journalism, you’re a rock star!”

When Pharaoh refused to release the Israelites from slavery, 10 plagues changed his mind.

What will families remember from this pandemic pause? Tension? Peacefulness? Will a predicted baby boom be confined, as young parents jest, to firstborn?

When people gather to watch a beautiful sunrise or sunset, they often grow silent, watching the miracle respectfully as another day is dedicated.

Americans have been divided for much of our history. (See the election of 1800.) Today, with social media and tribal cable channels, it might appear a bit more acute.

Six years ago this month, the first issue of The 100 landed in readers’ inboxes, delivering concise insights into business, history, travel – even public policy.

North Carolina toddler Annie was watching “Sesame Street” late December when her mom, Amanda, thought she heard Grover say the “F” word. Annie’s dad (my son Thomas) replayed the segment, agreed it was debatable, posted it to Reddit, launching a top listing, 124,000 views, 3,400 comments and an international sensation.

In the March 1980 Republican primaries, George Bush had already lost what he called his “Big Mo” to Ronald Reagan. He bounded off his campaign plane in conservative Augusta, Georgia, for another obligatory meeting with local reporters.