Come On Get Happy A few years ago when I was a Director of CARE, the International Relief and Development Agency, based in Atlanta, I took the opportunity to go to see World of Coca Cola. I had not clue what it was all about, but I knew that part of it involved the story of the famous Coca Cola formula and that it was the corporate museum of one of the oldest multinational companies…
Reminding Myself Every Day It’s hard these days to not think about the good and the bad in people. The polarization of political views is inextricably caught up in a series of values that cut very deep into all of our consciousness. Regardless of which way you lean, it is clear your angle of lean has increased a great deal of late. You may not have changed your beliefs at all, but the chances are…
The Candle Melts at Both Ends When we were gone from our hilltop for five weeks, it was inevitable that there would be some things that went amiss despite all the best efforts of Handy Brad, who we paid to watch over and water things. One of the stranger things that happened while we were away took place on the patio. The first time I went into the hot tub, I went to lay my…
Dragonfly Louis Comfort Tiffany was not the founder of the iconic jewelry store Tiffany & Co., but was the son of its founder, Charles Lewis Tiffany. What strange family dynamic would have a father with a middle name spelled in a different manner than the given first name of his son? Louis was the first design director of Tiffany & Co., but by that time he was an accomplished artist in several mediums including painting…
A Walk in Her Shoes Kim and I did what we always do on Thursday morning, we found an excuse to absent ourselves from our house so that the cleaning crew could do their thing without having to work around us. I think it bothers them less than it bothers us because watching others clean your personal space is less than comfortable no matter who they are. We use the time to do our errands…
The Leader of the Pack It’s July 4th, Independence Day, and I am thinking about packs of people and how they interact with one another. I wrote yesterday about my transition from working guy to retired guy and I know that these are not unusual thoughts for a man of my age, but that does not prevent me from thinking that I can somehow express them in new, interesting or possibly even unique ways. I…
Dog Day Morning It’s only 9:30am and I’m already worn out. Youngest son Thomas arrived last night at midnight with Candice, our retired schoolteacher friend, and Hank, his “Dorky” Dachshund/Yorkie mix one-year-old pup with the Yoda ears. After five hours in the car the order of the evening was; 1. Bathroom (Candice rest stop), , 2. Let Hank run around, 3. Bathroom (Abe the Havanese, peeing on the dining room rug in anxiety of Hank’s…
Joe and the Indian Way back in 1995, I owned a large ranch house in the Snyderville Basin in Utah on the high desert plateau east of Salt Lake City and near Park City. This was a classic “Big hat, no cattle” ranch that was set on four acres in the middle of a basin that was about 7,000 acres in size. It had that “Big Sky” feel of the wide open spaces of the…
The End of the World Last night Kim and I went to diner st the house of a friend from business school. I knew John quite well during my eighteen months the Graduate Business School at Cornell (then called B&PA, now called the Johnson School….part of the Johnson College of Business at Cornell….too long of a naming story to recite in full here and now). I think its fair to say that John was the…
On Solitude It’s an overcast, but pleasant, Saturday morning and it’s the first morning since we have been in Ithaca, having arrived here twelve days ago, that we are totally alone in the place. We started with Gary & Oswaldo here for four days, then Josh & Haj and their kids for three, then off to NYC for three, then Ann, Chris and their pal John for three. This Saturday is our only day when…