Do it Right: Hanging Up Dress Shirts Men, if you're like me, you have a hard enough time even getting your clothes put away to maybe contemplate the finer points of just how you should be hanging up, say, your seemingly gazilion button-down work shirts. It's not that I can't appreciate I'll look appreciably better in... Continue Reading →
Do It Right: Be Wary of the 'Uff Da' There's an old adage (a dadage?) men-in-the-know subscribe to: It is what it is. To that I'd add: especially when it tells you what it is. To which I'd also add: when all of that fails, listen to your wife. Because nearly always, she knows what it... Continue Reading →
Do It Right: Hotel Room Essentials "Bed, sweet bed." I've been known to utter this appreciation for my absolute favorite place in the house on any ordinary Saturday, or stressful Wednesday night. But I am particularly prone to repetitive hosannas upon returning from my frequent business trips. Nothing beams forth the comforting waves of home... Continue Reading →
Do it Right: Bratwurst on the Grill Good recipes, like a marriage, take a lot of work. A bit of trial, a bit more of error, until you know enough to savor the sweet successes. My wife bought me my first full-sized Weber charcoal grill in the first year after we got hitched. Call it... Continue Reading →
Do it Right: Kids' Proper Cup Placement Sometimes it's hard for me to imagine that I'm actually a grownup. I mean, I can look at my feet and they don't seem like big, dumb, toy-stompers. The watch on my wrist doesn't appear to my eyes to be the 45-mm, monster dive watch that it looks... Continue Reading →
Do it Right: Steak on the Grill Growing up, my family was not a steak-and-baked-potatoes-on-Sunday type of family. Early, with money tight, we were more likely to serve up chipped beef on toast, or liver and onions, or - hell - Dinty More beef stew with buttered bread. But my parents displayed an adventurousness with... Continue Reading →
Do it Right: Tying Your Shoelaces I'm an Eagle Scout, so I've tied a lot of knots in my time, I'll tell you. A whole damn lot. Oh, not that I can remember most of them today. But the good old square knot is lashed securely in my memory. And I could tie a bowline,... Continue Reading →
