It occurs to me, as I write this at age 37, that my life mostly feels like a fantasy dream. I do what I want, when I want…and things seem to work out for me. If I were told it’d all end tomorrow, I might borrow Lou Gehrig’s famous speech and upload it to the
Making Rational Decisions with “Yogi-isms” [in Costa Rica]
When I was a kid, I was obsessed with baseball. I wanted to be like Yogi Berra. He was one of my favorite “old-timers” because my grandfather, “Fats,” was an Italian catcher from the same era. If I hadn’t been born a southpaw, I probably would’ve been a catcher too. Berra was not only a