The exciting misadventures of Skeptical Man!

Welcome ladies and Gentleman to our latest installment of Skeptical Man. When we last saw Skeptical Man he was trying to compose a letter to the various US credit bureaus in hopes of clearing his besmirched credit history. After two drafts Skeptical Man still can't quite phrase things the way he'd like. Perhaps you can help him. After lengthy discussions and a written contract stating this information will not be used against him now and/or in perpetuity, we've arranged to show you - our viewing audience Skeptical Man's latest draft to the US credit bureaus. He is "somewhat willing" to accept your feedback on how to improve this letter. Please help Skeptical Man. It reads as follows:

Dear Credit Bureaus,

You guys screwed up on my credit report. I paid off that tax lien when I was supposed to, sorta. By the way, I know you guys are in cahoots the state to keep me down. Actually, I can't wait for the day when I can finally tell you guys where to get off. I can't do that now, so please take off those bogus charges on my report. I put some other papers in this envelope I'm sending you to prove to you that I'm not the deadbeat that you think I am. If you gotta call or write to me, my information is on this letter. Don't call my cell phone 'cause I'm outta minutes. That reminds me, I gotta write the cell phone people a letter too - give 'em a piece of my mind. Anyway, that's about it. Oh, don't sell my information to anybody unless you gimme my cut. Thanks for your time, I guess.

Skeptical Man.

Stay tuned for our next installment of Skeptical man when he battles the forces of the New York City Transit Authority.

September 11th

It's been a few months since my last blog post. Things are busy. Life is good. Anna and I just watched the NY1 coverage of the WTC memorial........What to say. All appropriate emotions were present. Today, six years ago, Anna and I sat at a table in the Equinox fitness club on 19th street (where I was working) watching the events of the day unfold. She had made her way uptown from Bank Street in the West Village with thousands of other New Yorkers heading north. After the queasy feeling of not knowing where she was for the first few hours of that morning, we stayed at the gym for a while, watching it transform from a high end "club" to a temporary stopping point for people to sit, check in with the TV, shower off the dust, or try to contact family. Our life pivoted that morning, as did all of ours. I remembered that my brother-in-law was scheduled to come in to New York from Boston either by train or plane.
"What time?" I asked the night before.
"Early." he said.
"On my sister's Birthday?" I asked
"She said it was alright." he answered.

Yeah.....my sisters birthday.
The news that the first plane to hit the towers took off from Logan airport in Boston was already out. The cell phone towers were maxed out. It took a while to get through to him. He was scheduled to come to NY by train. But luckily not that early. The train never left Boston.

Anna tried to get through to her parents in Calgary. It took a couple of hours. When she did. I heard her say to her father "I love you too." So there I was....... sitting with my girlfriend, experiencing the reality of this event and I realized "There has to be more to life than what I've done so far." My vision shifted dramatically. I was the closest I've ever been to my own mortality. "What will I leave behind when I have to go?"

Bottom line - Anna and I grew closer on that day and in the days to follow. Now we're married and we're working on our impact on the world.
We honor the victims and the first responders who gave the ultimate sacrifice. The soldiers who fight bravely - right now - for a foggy cause and most importantly............

We celebrate life. On my sisters birthday. The giving of life. The continuium of life. Our human condition and all appropriate emotions that are present.