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John Carlson: If My Dogs Were Rich…

By: John Carlson— When superstar English clothing designer Karl Lagerfeld died recently, he left an estate worth one-hundred-fifty million pounds … … to his cat. Hearing this, I was so flummoxed I could barely think straight. I would NEVER do anything that stupid! This is mostly because I am not what you would call “a cat person.”  Also, I am not what you would call “a person who has any money.” But what if somebody else left one-hundred-fifty million pounds…

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John Carlson: Going Nowhere Fast

By: John Carlson— Yielding to abject feelings of guilt and shame about my woeful physical condition, on New Year’s Day I began riding my stationary bike. This was pretty much a new experience, having only ridden my stationary bike twice since getting it for Christmas. By that, I mean Christmas of 1987. In the decades since then, the only exercise it had provided me was hauling it from the basement of whatever house we were moving out of to the…