Danny Tyree

Danny Tyree

Are you a wet blanket?

Wet blanket. Spoilsport. Fuddyduddy. Fraidy-cat. Party pooper. Slowpoke. Penny-pincher. Buzzkill. Bob from Accounting. At some point in your life, you’ve doubtless been on either the giving end or receiving end of such disparaging terms.

Could you write your own eulogy?

Serendipity strikes. While I was struggling to motivate myself to write about a company that will turn your life story into a keepsake book, based on the answer to 50 questions (questions which I hope are more insightful than the ubiquitous “Hot enough for ya?,” “Think it’ll rain?,” “Finished with the sports section?” and “Was that you or the dog?”), I stumbled across something even catchier.

Time for a vacation from social media?

Inow understand my late mother’s quest for stress avoidance. For years, she and Uncle Doug maintained a daily phone chat. Inevitably, they would broach subjects that got on their last nerve, necessitating a multi-day “time-out.” Following in Mom’s footsteps, I recently decided to do a weekend detox from X (Twitter). It wound up lasting 10 glorious days.

How did we ever survive the U.S. Bicentennial?

As we approach the country’s 250th birthday, I find my mind drifting back to its 200th birthday. Yes, a weary nation looked to the Bicentennial to lift our spirits from the lingering effects of the Vietnam War, Watergate and OPEC muscle-flexing. We desperately needed to be able to sing “Yankee Doodle” heartily and unironically, although in 2026 someone who puts a feather in his cap and calls it macaroni is a prime candidate to push strangers in front of a New York City subway train.