What Cancer Taught Me About Perspective For the past few years, I’ve known about something growing on my kidney. It was spotted during a CT scan for another issue. I had hoped it…

A couple of weeks ago, a group of us made a pilgrimage north to Kohler, Wisconsin — the hallowed ground of American golf — to play their legendary courses. This is the home of…

As you get older, your memory starts to fade. I can’t tell you what I had for dinner last night, but the memories of growing up in Chebanse, Illinois, still play in my mind…

Musk’s staggering fortune pales in comparison historically. For the record, and contrary to what my children believe, I am not a billionaire, and unless I win the lottery, I never will be.

Hopefully, writing this memo will keep my mind off the cold. I’m freezing my ass off—no other way to put it. If something happens to me, this will be my record. Heading east…

The Phantom’s Epilogue Editor’s Preface In April 1920, it was reported that a reclusive tenant of Apartment 1203 at the Chatsworth Apartments in Manhattan, New York, had died in his bed. “The…

Morning seeps through the slit of sky and turns the cell that familiar shade of steel, bunk, tray, toilet that sings when you touch it. I’ve learned the song of this place. Somewhere…

It’s a rainy Monday morning, and I’ve got my personal collection of Pink Floyd queued up on Spotify. The weather is the perfect backdrop for their music—moody, layered, a little otherworldly. Today, inspired by…

My mother passed away last month at the age of 85. After the services, my two brothers and I sat around her kitchen table in DeKalb, Illinois, sipping bourbon and talking about her and…

In the spring of 1978, my little sister, Tami, was killed in a car accident in which she was the passenger. She was sixteen, a beautiful, outgoing teenager returning home from her first day…