The 100 Guy

When I was 16, I thought I’d take the summer off.

I’ve been in media since I was editor of my high school newspaper.

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.

During my first wedding at age 22 – three weeks after the partial meltdown of nuclear reactor No.

“The hoary head is a crown of glory, if it be found in the way of righteousness.

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.

Returning to its first in-person conference following a 2.

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. Amazing I lasted 13 years in corporate America before launching my own communications firm.

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

A group of lifelong friends gathered outside for a socially distanced dinner to celebrate my birthday last month.

A favorite moment when I’d meet with business owners (in-person, pre-pandemic) occurred when I’d casually mention I’d sold my business (three years ago this month).

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.

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? More important, what will our children remember? Teenagers grumble about confinement, restrictions, life interrupted.

When people gather at the Washington Monument to watch a sunrise or sunset, they often grow silent, watching the miracle as another day is dedicated. Moments later, they turn away, returning to normal lives.

Americans have been divided for much of our history. (See the election of 1800.)

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.

The tomb in the center remains vacant, with an inscription reading “Honoring and Keeping Faith with America’s Missing Servicemen.”