Author Archive | Lawrence Grobel

Lake Powell (Diversion)

When I heard that the water level was rising in Lake Powell, located in northern Arizona,  and that passages that previously had to be circumvented could now be traversed, I thought with rising gas prices and low motorboat gas mileage, now was as good a time as any to explore the second largest made-made lake […]

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When the Heart Hurts

For the last two months I’ve gone to bed believing that I might not wake up the next morning. It wasn’t something I wanted to discuss with my wife, who slept so peacefully next to me each night that I just didn’t want to disturb her. But what was going on inside me was real. […]

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Was Shakespeare Smarter than a Monkey?

The monkeys—a Pan Troglodyte Chimpanzee, a pig-tailed Macaque, a Vervet, a Colobus, and an Orangutan—were brought into the windowless room at 10 a.m. on a Monday. There were five computers, all turned on, on top of five desks. Each desk had a different office chair—three had cushions, two were mesh, and it would be up […]

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Hello Canada (World)

Can dropping everything on the spur of the moment be the best solution to life’s dirty problems? When, fueled by anger, frustration, and depression, one realizes it’s either that or explode?  I wasn’t sure, but I was counting on it. Let me back up. I’ve been putting the finishing touches on a book I’ve been […]

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Is Elmore Leonard our Charles Dickens? (Autograph)

About fifteen years ago I flew to Michigan to do a story on Elmore Leonard, the crime writer Time magazine had called the “Dickens of Detroit” and Newsweek labeled “the best American writer of crime fiction alive, possibly the best we’ve ever had.”  Leonard lived in an exclusive suburb called Bloomfield Village and some of […]

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The Price of Crowns & the Freelance Life

Six months ago my dentist took some x-rays of my mouth and told me that I had some decay behind one of my crowns. “You should make an appointment to take care of that,” he said. I said I would, but I didn’t. I figured “some” decay wasn’t “a lot of” decay, so I stalled. […]

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