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By MIKE SKINNER

When my friends recently turned-on “Jeopardy” to test their academic skills, I felt so embarrassed when I couldn’t come up with any correct questions; it’s like the shame I felt in high school after being threatened with a sonic wedgie in gym class....

By MIKE SKINNER

Let me tell you about one winter in Massachusetts decades ago, when I first tried to ski. Mt. Watatic was a little, and I mean little, ski area in northern Massachusetts. I and a couple of college friends signed up to take our first lessons....

By MIKE SKINNER

We were flying a little Cessna 150 at 5,000 feet on a black-as-ink night flight from Lebanon Airport to Rutland, Vermont and back. It was 1991, and I was building time toward my private pilot’s license. Chris, my flight instructor, was building his...

By MIKE SKINNER

The forms are everywhere on my desk; one page even threatened to fall on Larry, the little Chiweenie dog sleeping on his king-sized tuffet next to me. A green Yeti coffee cup held down one pile of disheveled papers; I’d had the overhead fan on to dry...

By MIKE SKINNER

I sat around a campfire a few years ago with six new friends, who shared their interesting backgrounds with one other. One of them asked what I had done for a living, and I sheepishly gave some highlights. Another then commented how smart I must be to...