Stanley Bing is a columnist who appears regularly on the last page of the monthly editions of Fortune Magazine.  I don’t know why he’s included among serious speculations about the stock market and China’s currency.  But he is.  And he makes me laugh. This May he

I love men. I’ve never been married, but I do love men. I love the way they compartmentalize their thoughts so that when faced with a problem they don’t want to handle, they don’t. They think about football instead. This ability to put off a crisis until tomorrow makes them seem

Facebook, “…the single greatest possessor of customer data on the planet,” has recently lost one of its top executives to the National Security Agency (NSA). So writes Stanley Bing in Fortune magazine. (“Hey! Stop Watching Me!” by Stanley Bing, Fortune, July 2013, pg. 156) N

I admit to having curmudgeon blood in me. I inherited it from my father who always pulled his shirt above his head whenever anyone pointed a camera in his direction. My scrapbook is full of pictures of my father as a headless man.  Anyone who reads my blogs knows my Achilles heel is