We Owned What We Learned Back There;

There Is So Much More Information About The Scientific World Than There Was A Generation Ago That We Have All Increased Our Opportunities For Ignorance. There Are More Things Not To Know. ... The Machinery That We Deal With Is So Much More Complex That It Is Possible To Become Dysfunctional At A Much Higher Level Of Performance.

We Spend January 1st Walking Through Our Lives, Room By Room, Drawing Up A List Of Work To Be Done, Cracks To Be Patched. Maybe This Year, To Balance The List, We Ought To Walk Through The Rooms Of Our Lives...not Looking For Flaws, But For Potential.

What Do I Want To Take Home From My Summer Vacation? Time. The Wonderful Luxury Of Being At Rest. The Days When You Shut Down The Mental Machinery That Keeps Life On Track And Let Life Simply Wander. The Days When You Stop Planning, Analyzing, Thinking And Just Are. Summer Is My Period Of Grace.

I Wonder Whether Our Adoption Of Shrink-ese As A Second Language, The Move From Religious Phrases Of Judgment To Secular Words Of Acceptance, Hasn't Also Produced A Moral Lobotomy. In The Reluctance, The Aversion To Being Judgmental, Are We Disabled From Making Any Judgments At All?

It Is Not That Fathers Are Better Or Worse, Not That They Are More Loved Or Criticized, But Rather That They Are Viewed With Far Less Intensity. There Is No Philip Roth Or Woody Allen Or Nancy Friday Who Writes About Fathers With A Runaway Excess Of Humor, Horror ... Feeling. Most Of Us Let Our Fathers Off The Hook.