Staying Alive at 95
Some tools for living a robust life
I met Tony Ransdell when I was about 35 when we were both working for Los Angeles Magazine in advertising sales. It was in the mid 80s, and publishing was a very stressful line of work. I didn’t manage stress very well, and I still don’t, but Tony always seemed to rise to the occasion, relatively unfettered, and above all the strife of corporate life.