Posts in Chadwick's Corner
A Super Bowl LIV Surprise: Baby Boomers and Millennials Have So Much in Common

As a diehard New England Patriots’ fan, I was wondering last Saturday how I would get through Super Bowl LIV – would I find myself bored to tears? Torn between which team to root for, I made a last-minute decision to support the Kansas City Chiefs. Why not? They’d been “in the desert” for fifty years, and I’m an underdog lover (except when it comes to the Patriots).

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The Plight of the American Tea Drinker: Why are we given short shrift?

Let’s face reality – to paraphrase Rodney Dangerfield, “We, the tea drinkers of the United States, get no respect”.  


If you’re a coffee drinker, I can’t expect you to empathize with our plight, but you might think about how you’d feel if the circumstances were reversed – just substitute the word ‘coffee’ for ‘tea’ throughout this lamentation.

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There's a Place in the sun...

My first visit to Palm Island was forty years ago – in November of 1979. The trip was memorable for all the right reasons, not the least of which was nearly primitive nature of the place – a 135-acre island resort, devoid of a hotel, but bespeckled with “villas”.

Without an airfield or even a makeshift runway, Palm Island was accessible only by water. The sole restaurant on the island was the open-air dining room which played second fiddle to the glorious old bar where rum punch was available for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

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A Truly Great Man

The Good Is Oft Interred with Their Bones… But Not so for This Man

His name was Gregory Proctor. We met only twice, each time on the occasion of a several-day business meeting in the Washington D.C. law office of K&L Gates where he was the Senior Practice Assistant to a partner at the firm.  In total, the words between us could not have spanned more than 30 minutes.

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The Story Behind Little Sister

Until the age of eighteen, I had never read a newspaper nor perused the pages of a magazine. I had never eaten in a restaurant nor shopped in a grocery store. I had never bought any clothes or cosmetics or a single item that could be called my own. I had never heard of Elvis Presley or Frank Sinatra, Marlon Brando, or Eliza- beth Taylor. I had never watched television, nor made a phone call. I did not know how to dance.

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