The other day at a drive-through, I reminded the teenage girl serving me that she forgot my drinks. She looked at me, hissed, rolled her eyes, and then took her sweet time getting me the sodas.

We forget the little things, so it's no wonder some of us screw up the big things.

My dad was a big believer in treating people well, oftentimes even when he himself wasn't well.

The other day at a drive-through, I reminded the teenage girl serving me that she forgot my drinks. She looked at me, hissed, rolled her eyes, and then took her sweet time getting me the sodas.

Here's a brave old reality, taxes don't go away; raising them never generates revenue, never ever ever.

It's not as if I can just pop on my show and be rude if I've had a hard day.

We're teaching our kids that attributes as vague and relatively meaningless as a toothy smile or a fine head of hair make a fine statement about a person.