Be an Outrageous Older Man : Action Guide for Men 50 and Beyond

By Bard Lindeman and George Clooney

In this highly informative book -- The perfect gift for Father's Day and Birthdays columnist Bard Lindeman writes an open letter to men who are growing older and feel the pressure. This description may be from another edition of this product.

• Format: Paperback
• Language: English
• ISBN: 187919824X
• ISBN13: 9781879198241
• Release Date: January 1998
• Publisher: Knowledge, Ideas & Trends
• Length: 270 Pages
• Weight: 1.00 lbs.
• Dimensions: 0.7" x 6.1" x 9.0"

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So, you've maybe never read all that much. And maybe you've frequently snickered about the several people you know who are deep off into the "self-help" genre. You're making it just fine on your own and you'll be switched if there's anyone out there who's got any decent wisdom to share. And if that's really the case, don't waste another moment reading this review; it's the last thing you'll be interested in doing with this time. You'll be much better off restaining and resealing the deck for next summer, or possibly finding all the Monopoly play money for all those long night games during the holiday break. Are those guys all gone now? Good, because I'd like to share something I'd give anything to turn back time and give my father as a gift of great value years and years ago! And just take my word for it; the title may get you to thinking that this book is for men, and it generally is. However, with that said, I can tell you that Lindeman's book has incited more conversations than I can count with, yes, the opposite sex! And gentlemen, let's be brutally honest at this point; do any of you know of a woman alive who does not want to know what us guys are thinking and reading and discussing? I do not. Let's move on! As Lindeman points to the fact that "confession is good for the soul", I must say that I turned 50 in July of 2005. At the age of 48 I'd had a surprising and life-changing hemorrhagic stroke that left me in hospital for nearly a month of intensive rehabilitation, then nearly another month in out-patient rehab here close to home. The mortality rate of such strokes is between 80 and 90 percent, so needless to say, I felt quite fortunate to have lived through it. Due to the nature of the work that I'd done for decades, I was able to return to it full time for some two and a half years. Then the bottom fell out, for me at least. In February of 2005, I was preparing to leave on a business trip that would have me spending no less than two weeks, possibly a month, out of state on the west coast when I arose early that morning to zipper up the suitcases and head for the airport. A quick check of my cell phone revealed that I had a message from my oldest sister who lived about 3 hours, by car, north of here. My parents lived in the same town as my sister. The message had been left during the early morning hours and I had apparently slept through her call. In short, my father had been med-flighted to an emergency room about an hour farther north of her house and my sister and my mother were probably already there with him. It was too early to get a flight and I could think of little else as I rushed through canceling everything to do with my business trip and rerouting immediately, with my most lovely and incredible wife, to get to our father's side in the shortest amount of time possible. Briefly, what was to be learned by the time we made it up there was that my father had suffered a massive ischemic stroke, likely due to