<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[Jack Cardone]]></title><description><![CDATA[Jack Cardone]]></description><link>https://www.cardonebooks.net/articles</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Wed, 12 Aug 2026 02:16:26 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.cardonebooks.net/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[TV]]></title><description><![CDATA[Oh, I can’t watch! “You got to let go of remote control.”  -Michael Franti and Spearhead My wife and I agree on most things. She’s never wrong and I’m never right, so it works out well.     When we moved up here to the North Country,  however, we both agreed we’d rough it… no TV in  our new home. So the first night, after unloading all the furniture, clothing, books, lamps, Knick-knacks and paddywhacks we brought up from New Jersey, we did something a lot of folks have stopped doing exactly...]]></description><link>https://www.cardonebooks.net/post/oh-i-can-t-watch</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a5b5d1c830cbda37bbe6c37</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Jul 2026 11:02:20 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/e00a6e_02a43e1b035d40f48e50a860f3a6fc44~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>JOHN CARDONE</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Snakes]]></title><description><![CDATA[Yesssssssssssssss! “I don’t like spiders and snakes”  -Jim Stafford  Most of us humans don’t like to be compared to a snake.    You’re a snake!  Oh, she is SUCH a snake!  You snake in the grass!    No doubt, unless you’re a herpetologist, (Scrabble, anyone?) we regard snakes as slithering, slippery, sidewinding sons of Satan.    When, in fact, especially during this time of year, we sort of mimic snakes.    What? Who? No I don’t! Not me! What the heck are you talkin’ about, Cardone???   ...]]></description><link>https://www.cardonebooks.net/post/yesssssssssssssss</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a5b5b9122265cf2e943c137</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Jul 2026 10:55:54 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/e00a6e_4140877907824018b43a50cda20cc92c~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>JOHN CARDONE</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Finding Workers]]></title><description><![CDATA[The great Cardone Avoidance Theory. “Call me! Call me for some overtime…call me!”  -Blondie  Okay, all of you who are terrible at finding things, please raise your hands.    So, let’s see…by my count, that’s exactly…all of us.     Right now, I can’t find my reading glasses (forgive the typo’s). This morning I couldn’t find my toothbrush (forgive the bad breath). Trying to find things brings to mind a poignantpiece of advice someone once gave me: “Find a clue, buddy.”    I don’t know about...]]></description><link>https://www.cardonebooks.net/post/the-great-cardone-avoidance-theory</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a5b583522265cf2e943bb3c</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Jul 2026 10:46:52 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/e00a6e_3c389f199a3d4a0a9d8f0ebece242e3b~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>JOHN CARDONE</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Everything’s Okay.]]></title><description><![CDATA[Like most people with ears, I’m a big fan of Hank Williams. As I was listening to him the  other day, one of his more obscure songs came on that I hadn’t heard in a while and it got me thinking about where we live.     The song is called “Everything’s Okay” and while it’s meant to be one of Hank’s more comical tunes, it’s makes a great point by not-so-subtly saying, “Life’s great, no matter what.”  He’d gone to visit his Uncle Bill out in the country and it’s old Uncle Bill talking about his...]]></description><link>https://www.cardonebooks.net/post/everything-s-okay</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a5b56ad830cbda37bbe5dc3</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Jul 2026 10:34:46 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/e00a6e_e7ed0f9d329c4efc804694f2c5222172~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>JOHN CARDONE</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Camping]]></title><description><![CDATA[Because camp rhymes with damp. I don’t despise camping, I merely hate it.   Yes, I realize where I live now and I know residents of Adirondack Park are not supposed to say such things — it’s blasphemous. But, c’mon. I’m no Jeremiah Johnson and even that poor S.O.B. froze to death while getting “back to nature.” And don’t get me wrong. I love the forests, the lakes, the mountains, the air! And I love being out in it. I just  don’t want to LIVE out in it. If I want to “rough it” I’ll go stay at...]]></description><link>https://www.cardonebooks.net/post/because-camp-rhymes-with-damp</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a5b55c0e447e3bde586d728</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Jul 2026 10:31:14 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/e00a6e_8f5bf1f3871c43188cfef3d3739d5ed5~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>JOHN CARDONE</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[WAIT!]]></title><description><![CDATA[Are we there yet? I was visiting the deli counter up in Heaven yesterday and they had one of those “Take a  Number” thingys where you take one of those little slips of paper with numbers on them. When the deli man (in this case it was God wearing a white apron and one of those little paper deli hats cocked to one side) called the number on your little slip, it was your turn to order up whatever it is that you wanted. It was extremely crowded so I knew I’d be there for a while.    As it turns...]]></description><link>https://www.cardonebooks.net/post/are-we-there-yet</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a5b5422830cbda37bbe5724</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Jul 2026 10:26:15 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/e00a6e_140bcedeba3949159964d1fdffd38156~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>JOHN CARDONE</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[GODFATHER]]></title><description><![CDATA[WHO ARE YOU WEARING? “Never tell anyone outside the family what you’re thinking again.”  – Don Corleone to Sonny Corleone  Man, oh manicotti…If I was held to that golden rule   of mobdom, I’d be sleeping with the fishes. Not that I necessarily have a big mouth.  I do, but that’s not what this piece is about.      It’s about my wardrobe.    Ever since I moved to the Adirondacks, I’m no longer a clothes horse. I no longer have to be. I don’t have to attend client meetings, do lunches with my...]]></description><link>https://www.cardonebooks.net/post/who-are-you-wearing</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a5b5311830cbda37bbe547c</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Jul 2026 10:20:06 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/e00a6e_86b558626fe843c9878096fe6b76b182~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>JOHN CARDONE</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Harold]]></title><description><![CDATA[YOU NAME IT. There’s a hidden treasure in Adirondack Park.     You don’t need a treasure map and it’s not marked with a great big “X.” Instead, it’s marked with a great big “S.” Followed by a “t.” Then an “e.” Then “w, a, r, t, ‘, s.” Put them all together and what do you have?     You have an incredibly diversified treasure of resources. As all of you probably already know, but I’ve only recently discovered, Stewart’s is a place where one can pick up ice cream as well as gasoline. Advil and...]]></description><link>https://www.cardonebooks.net/post/you-name-it</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a5b52605e7d848635e12cff</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Jul 2026 10:16:05 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/e00a6e_da3f427520604a659a87ee1f63b68e9e~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>JOHN CARDONE</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Dinner]]></title><description><![CDATA[Guess who’s coming to dinner… Sometimes you just have to have people over for dinner.     You don’t want to, but those long, boney fingers of guilt have got you in their crosshairs. Could be for new neighbors, visiting relatives or it’s simply “your turn” after a few years of successfully avoiding it. Let’s admit it, having dinner guests is one of life’s  minor stresses: not enough to start cutting yourself or anything, but enough to keep the sandman away.    Who to invite, who gets along...]]></description><link>https://www.cardonebooks.net/post/guess-who-s-coming-to-dinner</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a5b50e8830cbda37bbe4f77</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Jul 2026 10:11:35 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/e00a6e_8d40f802e24a4b739e0eaba4c44e253b~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>JOHN CARDONE</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Identities]]></title><description><![CDATA[What’s in a name…uh, signature? No matter who you are, you want to be someone else.     C’mon, tell the truth…don’t you secretly want to be a cowboy? Or a dolphin trainer? Or George Clooney? Or maybe just thinner, or heavier or better at starting a conversation?    I (not so secretly) always wanted to be a professional musician. I picture myself up there playing guitar alongside Eric Clapton or Stevie Ray Vaughn. Knockin’ ‘em dead with my solos. Climbing the speaker towers to the amazement of...]]></description><link>https://www.cardonebooks.net/post/what-s-in-a-name-uh-signature</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a5b4f70e447e3bde586c718</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Jul 2026 10:03:42 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/e00a6e_3347b22e7de64fb2977fc11850659eaa~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>JOHN CARDONE</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Black Files]]></title><description><![CDATA[New Friends “I don’t like half the folks I love.”  -Paul Thorn  So I invited God over to our camp for a visit the other day. He accepted with the caveat that no Taylor Swift music would be playing. When I assured Him it wouldn’t be, He agreed. “You can sleep in the guest bedroom,” I told Him. “Oh, I haven’t slept since that whole D.B. Cooper thing…where the Devil did he get to, anyway?” Taken aback, I responded with, “You’re asking ME? You’re God for Chri…Oh, sorry…for goodness sakes.” God...]]></description><link>https://www.cardonebooks.net/post/new-friends</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a5b4e245e7d848635e12342</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Jul 2026 09:58:56 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/e00a6e_9e132bd626b64f81b586dc72d0a1ae38~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>JOHN CARDONE</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[School Daze.]]></title><description><![CDATA[If I’ve learned anything living in the North Country, it’s this: snow (and overly indulgent snow days) are ruining our children.  What little snow we’ve had this winter has taken it’s toll already. My granddaughter was reduced to tears when we had no carrot for her Picasso-inspired, two foot snow-thing last week. My grandson has a sore shoulder from one heck of a snowball fight we had. And our neighbor’s kid just couldn’t make another walk up our long driveway after about 50 excellent...]]></description><link>https://www.cardonebooks.net/post/school-daze</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a5b4d74b3be22f681f72e44</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Jul 2026 09:55:11 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/e00a6e_e100b0054b2d443d821f1134f58f52aa~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>JOHN CARDONE</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Transitions]]></title><description><![CDATA[Something white this way comes. Some transitions are frightful. Like starting a new job. Or navigating a new relationship. Others are anticipated with great excitement. Like eyeing the chocolate section of those three-flavor ice cream cartons after just inhaling the vanilla and strawberry sections. One of the more frightful transitions is upon us: Autumn into Winter. Or cool to cold, rain to snow, radials to snow tires. Yes, good friends and neighbors, we’re about to go from, “Honey, where’s...]]></description><link>https://www.cardonebooks.net/post/something-white-this-way-comes</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a5b4bde5e7d848635e11ef8</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Jul 2026 09:49:25 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/e00a6e_8a7a177e947c413c8cd36e34a882aa3b~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>JOHN CARDONE</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Sleep]]></title><description><![CDATA[Today’s Column is A Real Sleeper. If moving to the Adirondacks has done one thing, it’s helped me build a bette relationship with The Sandman. We used to fight every night starting around ten  o’clock. He’d tap me on the shoulder, toss a little  sand in my eyes and make me start yawning. And I’d  wrestle with him (he’s pretty strong, in fact) by  drinking a Coke, watching a favorite movie, scarfing  down a Super Softee Donut. But he always managed  to get up off the floor and, eventually,...]]></description><link>https://www.cardonebooks.net/post/today-s-column-is-a-real-sleeper</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a5b4a2db3be22f681f72833</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Jul 2026 09:41:06 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/e00a6e_9791e1de0a784e27a84833fa6950049f~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>JOHN CARDONE</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Change]]></title><description><![CDATA[Spare Some Change? When I'm lyin' in my bed at night, I don't wanna grow up. Nothin' ever seems to turn out right. I don't wanna grow up. I’ve got three stacks of pants in my closet. One stack reads 32/30. The next reads 34/30. And bringing up the fat rear is the stack boasting 36/30 (plus one single pair of 38/30’s just in case). I’m currently digging into the 36’s. As much as the tags on the back of each pair of pants represent the width of my girth, they also remind me of where I am or...]]></description><link>https://www.cardonebooks.net/post/spare-some-change</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a5a593d6b55fbe6acc82d82</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Jul 2026 16:48:48 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/e00a6e_39e755cf7bbf44a3b94ead047f6c4c99~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>JOHN CARDONE</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Fish]]></title><description><![CDATA[He’s halibut on wheel For those of you who are new to my babbling, I live in the Adirondack Mountains in upstate New York. Fishing is huge up here…beyond huge…titanically huge. As you might be aaware, it’s the reason many, many folks come to the North Country. And there are folks within the park who truly like fish. Not to eat. I mean really like them — appreciate their beauty, their grace, their smarts. Okay, not all, but a lot. I don’t fish. I’ve tried in various lakes and streams but the...]]></description><link>https://www.cardonebooks.net/post/_fish</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a5a5873218815cf7a2511e1</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Jul 2026 16:29:45 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/e00a6e_0ab7f0dee7f846e58a70866a1ed4688f~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>JOHN CARDONE</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[PICKUP]]></title><description><![CDATA[“C is for cookie, that’s good enough for me.” -Cookie Monster IRRATIONAL BRAIN: I want a pickup truck. RATIONAL BRAIN: But you’re not a contractor. You’re not a plower. You’re not anybody that in any way can justify owning a vehicle like that. IB: Yes, it’s true…where I come from, if you drive a pickup, your work justifies driving one. But, up here, everybody has one! In the North Country, it seems like every man with a beard and a Meatloaf album owns a pickup. And I fit that criteria!!! RB:...]]></description><link>https://www.cardonebooks.net/post/pickup</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a5a0be9ddb26a9ae725179d</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Jul 2026 16:20:49 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/e00a6e_37b4d75186e642fb8658f4897cc45c37~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Jack Cardone</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Cake or Pie?]]></title><description><![CDATA[WHAT’S THE DIFFERENCE? (The following has no basis in scientific research or fact or even hearsay. It’s simply the author’s unhinged perceptions.) Ever since I was a little guy, I’ve always wished my birthdays were celebrated with birthday pie instead of birthday cake. Oh, you can still stick candles in the pie, sing Happy Birthday if you must, and have me make a wish and blow out the candles. Just make it my “Birthday Pie.” That may seem like a simple taste preference on the surface: pie...]]></description><link>https://www.cardonebooks.net/post/cake-or-pie-1</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a5a09d8ddb26a9ae7251343</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Jul 2026 10:54:24 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/e00a6e_787df5137a8c4a71a04674fbb71dc5a6~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Jack Cardone</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>