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About Wally

Wally Greene is both an eternal optimist and cynic, a waffling right-winger, a somewhat decent husband and father of three, budding masters swimmer, delusional comedy writer, chocolate lab lover, martini drinker and executive recruiter...not necessarily in that order.

My first Yankee Game – June 8, 1967

Amazing what your mind will remember. Can’t remember the name of the person I met 15 minutes ago at a cocktail party, but somehow remember my kindergarten classroom and teacher like it was yesterday.  We’ve all been there and I’m sure there’s a medical term for this which I really don’t need to know about right now – as I’ll… Read more »

Poor golfing, like ignored crushes and reckless driving, are fore gone conclusions!

  Spring is in the air in the northeast, well, that’s if a 60 degree day excites you. Despite the teasingly slow rise in temperature there are several things which signal the change in season – aggressive crocus pushing its way out of the ground, a lawn which resembles my hairline (some growing in some places, some not growing in… Read more »

Ivory Slope ‘ya Dope – My first (and last) time skiing

  Although it’s a bit late in the season for a post on skiing; the President’s Day holiday (a favorite ski getaway weekend) reminded me of my first…and only…time skiing. Those that know me well are aware that I only participate sports which need limited athletic equipment; for instance – a swimsuit, goggles and a cocktail shaker (I’m talking about… Read more »

Hudson’s View; There’s Snow Place Like Home!

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  Since Wally has been otherwise distracted and can’t seem to find the inspiration to write, I thought I’d get my paws on the keyboard and share with you a real life changing event for me in the last few days. NEMO. Not the movie about the fish; my tastes run to old Beethoven movies or the classic Homeward Bound… Read more »

Recalling Bacall…

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  “If you want your pool stuff back just whistle. You know how to whistle don’t you? Just put your lips together and blow.” For those who remember this famous quote from Lauren Bacall; you’ve also realized I’ve taken a bit of poetic license with it…but you’ll see the method to my madness in a moment. If I haven’t mentioned… Read more »

Thanksgiving Tales – The Yellow Cat and The (Very) Green Kid

There is nothing better than sharing Thanksgiving stories this time of year!  Holidays where you have a groundswell of family and friends can create some of the best, and most horrific, memories. I have a couple of examples of each kind from my past recounted below. The first chronicles the relationship of man and beast; the second proves that turkeys… Read more »

“If Hubert Humphrey gets elected, we’re moving out of the country!”

    That title is an actual statement by my parents in our kitchen the night before the 1968 elections when I was probably 10 years old. Some of you may remember that election; Nixon vs. Humphrey (who was Johnson’s VP) and Nixon ended up winning. When you’re 10 years old those kinds of statements scare the hell out of… Read more »

Two Dog Night

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  If Hurricane Sandy didn’t provide enough of a whirlwind to our home and property recently; we had the pleasure of dog sitting this past weekend to remind us that the Tasmanian Devils are alive and well! Dog sitting is probably the one job in life I’m really qualified to hold since during my childhood growing up in a somewhat… Read more »

Flippin’ the Birds – first visit to Camden Yards!

Those who have spent any time with our family are well aware of our serial love of baseball, with exception of our daughter the hockey nut (for another blog post). Yes, we’ll watch games every night if we have to, and believe me, we have to.  Even while watching other network shows, there’s a constant flipping back to the game… Read more »

Hudson’s View – The Dog Days

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Yeah, these are the Dog Days of August alright. TS (which I think means Tiny Schnauzer) Eliot had it all wrong – August is the cruelest month, not April.  Lots going on in my life…well my master’s life, in the month of August. If you’ve read my bio (Who’s Hudson?), you’ll know that I’m the four-legged person that holds together… Read more »