84 in March. Seriously?


84 in March!

In March, I turn 84. Jesus. How did this happen? It all went so fast: School. Corporate. PowerSpeaking. Family. Hair turning white. Senior citizen. Medicare. Social security. Wow. The days dwindle down to a precious few…

Now I sit every morning in my red easy chair reading the paper and staring longingly out the window waiting for the glorious morning light to slowly creep over the horizon. Nowhere to go. No demands. Phone does not ring. Very few emails. What is the point of going on? Dead man walking? The Golden Years? Yes, this is the joy of retirement. Nap in the afternoon. Lunch with friends. Remembering high school and growing up in Berkeley during the 50s and 60s. Folk music. Psychotherapy. Hot rods. Liberal politics. So, “What’s it all about Alfie?”

Nothing at all, really. Our lives zip by. “Sound and fury, signifying nothing.” Susan Page tells me that in Mexico there are three deaths, #1 when your body dies; #2 when they put you in the ground; #3 when no one remembers you.

Who remembers my grandparents? No one. Did their lives even matter? No. Only that they passed on their DNA via three children. Their oldest, my mother.  Eggs and sperm. Eggs and sperm. Eggs and sperm. On and on. Generation after generation. There you have it. So, am I depressed? Am I being too negative?

There is no afterlife. Good news: no hell. Bad news: no heaven. It’s “lights out” – for eternity. Just like it was before we were born. No floating on clouds playing harps and spending eternity with our loved ones. Jesus, who’d want that? I spent years in therapy trying to get away from my parents.

Would I want an eternity with my mother screaming at me, “Rickey stop drinking milk out of the carton.” And, btw, how old would my mother be in heaven? The age when she died? She was 54. Let’s say I die at 85. So, I’m 85 drinking milk out of the carton with my 54 year-old mother screaming at me. I don’t think so. Why, I’d turn to her and say, “Well mom, why don’t you go to hell with that crap. I’ll drink out of the carton until dinner time. Screw you.”

So, what happens when Ol’ Rick the bucket kicks? Please, spare me a “celebration of life.” We don’t need to celebrate anything. What a way of denying the sorrow of losing someone we love. Celebration of life, my ass.

Instead I am looking forward to a “natural burial,” which is legal in California. Wrap me up in burlap and roll me into the hole in the ground. Then let nature take its course. As we used to sing at scout camp,

      “The worms crawl in,

               and the worms crawl out.

               The worms play pinochle

on your snout.”

Mr. Pessimist does want to be remembered for a great family, Mary, and Katy. Check. And, he wants to be remembered for a great company with a worldwide footprint enhancing hundreds of thousands of lives. Check.

So what else does this graduate of the “Slow Reading Group” in grammar school, and the “Not Going to College Group” in high school want to celebrate at his death? Oddly enough, his writing.

Writing began showing up in upper division psych papers. One professor gave my paper a B+ with the comment in the margin: “Reasonably well written.” Hey, I’ll take it. Looking back from the vantage point of 84 years, along with photography, my writing is a source of pride. When I interviewed Gloria Steinem (thank you Susan Page), she said this about writing: “It is the only time when I don’t feel like I should be doing something else.” It’s like that for me. (My mother mite be happy with that since she was a terific wryter and poette. Thogh she constantly corected my speling. Fuque that!) In later years, I discovered I’d rather be wrong than corrected by you!!!

Here is what I want to say about all that. You might think this is strange… A few years ago, I took the covers of all my books and tapes and had them framed. A kind of paean to one part of my 84 years that I am hugely proud of.  This giant piece of art hangs on the wall in our “family room.”








It reflects eight stages of my life (and many years pounding away on a keyboard). All were self-published except Speaking Up. The eight pieces are (top left to right),

* PowerSpeaking; How Ordinary People Can Make Extraordinary Presentations.

* Speaking Up; Surviving Executive Presentations. Published by BK in 2014. Best seller, 47,000 copies to date. Translated into Chinese (25,000 copies).

* Sharing Our Stories: Tales of Resilience and Renewal. Audiotape.

* You’ve Go 30 Seconds: Surviving Executive Presentations. This is the Chinese translation of Speaking Up. They changed the title. Much better. Wish I’d thought of that. 

* PowerSpeaking: How to Make People Sit Up and Listen. Published by John Wiley & Sons. Listed as a best seller.

* Mister, This is Going on Your Permanent Record: Confessions of a Smart Ass in the Slow Reading Group.

* Jazz, Rock ‘n’ Roll, and the Revolution in Psychotherapy, 1940 – 1975. This is my PhD dissertation at the Saybrook Institute.

* Speaking to the Big Dogs:  A Boardroom Survival Kit. A DVD of interviews with Silicon Valley CEOs. This later evolved into Speaking Up.

(In addition to this are the 200+ articles I published over the years. Hmmm, wonder if Miss Hates Children Watts ever published one word – you know, like how to help children learn to read. She is rotting in hell as we speak. Of course, I’m over all this after years of therapy!)

Maybe at my graveside, as they roll my burlap-wrapped body into the grave, there will be an easel with this monster art work on it. Someone will say, “Well Rick asked me to say, ‘What did I do in life? My family, Mary, and Katy, PowerSpeaking, Inc., and all these goddamn books. Good-bye. Won’t see you in paradise.'”

                                 “The cradle rocks above an abyss,

       and common sense tells us that our existence   

is but a brief crack of light

between two eternities of darkness.”

                                                                           – Vladimir Nabokov

Happy  84th birthday, Rick.

Political Corner

SF Chronicle January 15, 2023:

“In the Bay Area there are 60 Billionaires and 7,000 homeless people.”

In the 1950s and 1960s when I was coming of age, there were no billionaires in the Bay Area, and only the occasional “bum.” What we did have was much higher taxes on the wealthy and well-functioning state hospitals, like Agnew. These hospitals cared for people who could not care for themselves.

The solution to our homeless problem is not temporary housing, it is a redistribution of wealth via higher taxes on the wealthy and a much stronger social safety net support system – in this case, the rebuilding of state hospitals.Goddamn it, why don’t we solve this problem!


Gun Violence 

Already, 33  35 mass shootings this year (2023). What we hear: 

We have the toughest gun laws in the country, blah, blah, blah…

Nothing is more important than the safety of our children, blah, blah, blah…

Guns don’t kill people, people kill people, blah, blah, blah…

Our thoughts and prayers go out to the family, blah, blah, blah…

Teachers need to be armed, blah, blah, blah…

Weapons of war must not be allowed on our streets, blah, blah, blah…

I have my second amendment rights to, blah, blah, blah…

The guns were purchased legally, blah, blah, blah…

Gun violence is a mental health problem, blah, blah, blah…

Police responded within a minute. Teachers locked doors, blah, blah, blah… 

The six year old showed signs of mental disturbance, blah, blah, blah…

I have a right to protect my family, blah, blah, blah…

18 people killed in California just this week, blah, blah, blah…


Tired of this blah, blah bullshit? Since the pandemic began, gun manufactures

have netted over $3B. The gun industry is expected to grow to $13.75B by

2030. Until that changes, gun violence will continue to grow. Too bad about all

the dead children. Boo hoo.

Follow the money. 

10 thoughts on “84 in March. Seriously?

  1. Shar says:

    Hey Rick!
    Early happy birthday! Sorry I don’t have another Trump mug to send you! Wish I did! Than you and Mary could each have one to enjoy a lovely beverage together and revisit the Trump years in the White House!

    Keep smiling snd writing!
    Sending love!

  2. Larry says:

    This March of 2023 Amigo you will join me as a member of the age 84 club–welcome! And on a more serious note I had this dream some years ago that I was climbing the highest peak in Tibet (we actually visited Tibet in 2007) and there he was, this old Guru sitting alone, And the Guru asked me “how may I help you?” I said “what is the answer to life?” The Guru said “Blah, blah, blah.”

  3. Rebecca Morgan says:

    Rick, you are a gifted writer and photographer. I always marvel at your turn of phrase. You have indeed improved hundreds of thousands of people’s lives through PowerSpeaking. I remember its beginnings. You have accomplished a lot in your 84 years, whether in spite of or because of the mean things people said to you as a kid. Isn’t it interesting that even as elders we carry that crap with us, even though it had way more to do with them than us?

    Happy birthday, Rick.

  4. Bob Kremers says:

    Just keep writing, Rick. It’s your version of “Keep on Truckin’”. I’ve just spent some time learning more about M. Gandhi. He wrote every day. He moved mountains. It is your gift. And, it keeps us entertained and thinking. Happy 84th! I’m predicting many more.

  5. Melinda says:

    Rick, you are full of shit. Yes. FULL of shit. You have gotten me to do a lot of things that were out of my comfort zone over the years, but not celebrating your life when you are gone will not be one of them, even if you ask me. You can’t stop me. Your life is worth celebrating – not just by me, but by hundreds and hundreds of people all over this world. Stop saying that it hasn’t meant anything. That is total bullshit. Hundreds and hundreds of people, thousands even, some who don’t even know you, will agree with me. You and your life and your work and your relationships, and “putting all the chairs into a circle” are to be CELEBRATED. (Any questions??)

  6. Susan Page says:

    I agree with Melinda!!! I’m amazed you don’t feel happier, in fact ecstatic looking back at your life. I would think you would feel enormously satisfied. And don’t think you can deprive your millions of friends, loved ones, clients, students, colleagues, trainers, of a Celebration of your Life. You have a LOT to celebrate. — When it’s my turn, I will be able to tell the world that I made it into Rick’s blog, not once but TWICE..That made life worth living.

  7. Hal says:

    Well, I am just a few months behind you We all have to deal with the fact that when we are called – we also leave the stage. No more adulation, days in the sun, and the like. We’re all the same. Make sure that you leave lots of photos with your offspring.

  8. Nancy Gilliland says:

    You are a wonderful writer, a wonderful interviewer and a wonderful friend. I’m so grateful our paths crossed in this lifetime. Happy Birthday, dear Rick! And like Ray said: “It ain’t over yet!”
    Love you

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