By Larry Teren
Danny called the other day after he saw my name on his cellphone’s missed calls list.
Danny: “So, you need a painter?”
Me: “Ha, ha. What else you doing?”
I had tried calling him a few days earlier to see what was shaking. Like everyone else nowadays I felt there was no need to leave a voice mail as he’d eventually notice the missed call. Anyway, I also knew Danny had nothing good to say which is why he waited a few days to return the call.
Danny: “Not much. Finished painting the house myself. Getting it ready for sale this summer. Now that the kids are out , we don’t need so much space and gotta get out of here and into a smaller one in a suburb that has lower property taxes.”
Me: “Yeah, good luck.” Continue reading “Being Smart Means Nothing Anymore”