From a writing perspective I have been most uncharacteristically quiet going on nearly 18 months. There are multiple reasons for this hiatus but the best and most recent excuse is the replacement of my Aortic Heart Valve. I have been on a slow but certain path to recovery as my strength and stamina painstaking return via a regimen of exercise and diet. During this time I’ve been following social media of people world famous in Columbus as well as those from Back East and abroad.

At long last, I felt well enough to contribute to the online discussion. So, did I talk about how grateful I am for every day I have on the earth and how lucky I feel to be married to such a wonderful woman as my wife?

Um, no

OK, did I speak of the holiday season? About how enjoyable the holidays are now that we split them between bucolic, old-school Ohio and New York where we see families and I need to be reminded that I’m not a character in an MGM movie?


How about an easy one. About our Christmas tree this year is the second best I’ve ever had (after 2008) and how it miraculously went from an askew shrubbery to a wondrous decoration simply by my wife and I decorating it together with ornaments reflecting our lives together (with the help of two golden retrievers).


My first post during this renaissance was a full-on, both-barrels screed savaging a nice and well intentioned post on “Late Bloomers”. The sentiment was above reproach: that age should not be seen as an impediment to achievement. To illustrate some noteworthy (some would say notorious) “late bloomers” were cited – this is what prompted my bilious response.

I am neither a follower of the “great man” (or whatever the politically correct term is) theory of history neither am I an adherent to “forces of history“. But when individuals are elevated to a height without regard to their frailty it sets off alarm bells. “Great man” describes not only a historical approach but a political philosophy: a malicious philosophy which has caused great damage here and tragedy abroad. Who knows, perhaps I *was* listening after all in Sunday School when the point being driven home was that there was only one flawless character and even He wasn’t above losing his temper or making a mistake.

But, dust having been blown off the composition section of my brain, I am now ready to start writing again and “save others the trouble”.