Jim Shulman on the Hebrew School Dog

Today I drove by my old synagogue and Hebrew school, now a Baptist church and day care center.  I remembered what, inadvertently, was the most important lesson I learned in my ten years of religious education imprisonment.  Imprisonment is about right.  By the fifth...

Jim Shulman on Five Lessons from Five Friends

This past weekend my parents celebrated their 58th wedding anniversary which, given their health of the past few years, is nothing short of remarkable. It gave me some pause, too, when I considered what I’d learned from them–particularly patience and...

Jim Shulman on Driving the Taxi

Long before Uber, long before Philly Ride Share, back in the era when the Checker Marathon ruled the Earth, I learned a valuable lesson about business and life. One evening in the early 1980s I was hanging out at a bar on South Street, commiserating with a group of...

Jim Shulman on A Photographic Passion

When I’m not working with clients, or talking with almost anyone who’d love to share a cup of extra-strong coffee, I’m off taking photographs. My photography falls somewhere between a passion and obsession; virtually every weekend (and on several weekdays) I’m off and...

Jim Shulman on An Obscenity and an Obituary

Today’s New York Times featured two fascinating articles which, taken together, speak volumes about ethics and appearances. The first was an op-ed piece by Frank Bruni, which analyzes the obscene payments (both salary and retirement bonuses) to university presidents...