We enter the world with a toolbox and time. How we use both determines our legacy.

Everything fades into obscurity. Edifices, trees, street names, are created and endure for a time. Eventually everything changes, is uprooted, and vanishes. In a world focused on what feels important now, keep planting.

I love Opening Day. In Detroit, it’s still too cold and often too rainy. But none of that matters. It’s a new dawn and anything is possible.There’s a magic to Opening Day that transcends the past time. It’s the smell of freshly cut grass mingling with the scent of hot dogs, Stroh’s beer and peanuts,…

I’ve stopped reading The Economist. Not because of any decline in the quality of their reporting. But because they project the world through a negative lens.There is always a cloud on their horizon. They predict doom and gloom. And they always seem to project the worst possible outcome. With “Just the Facts” journalism becoming an…

We’ve all seen them – headstones standing tall in silent graveyards. Each one tells a truncated tale, a name, a birth year, a dash, and then… another year. But have you ever truly considered the significance of that dash?

The things we do for our grandkids… in the rain.