Ethical Dilemma As I prepare for my ethics course starting in a month, I am spending time thinking about the root issues of business ethics and how best to present and then teach that material to best effect. I’m fairly clear that the best method will be to force debates that engage the students and make them think through the issues I define for them. Obviously, I want to provide a framework and guidance on…
Back on the Hilltop We flew in from Florida yesterday and I cannot express how good it felt to get back home. I know that especially as we age, we become more inclined to being homebodies, but in addition to that and being around all my “stuff” (as the great George Carlin would say), I have also genuinely come to love the climate and environs of our San Diego hilltop. I have spent my life…
Life As I Know It It is the morning of January 6, 2022, so I am both keeping an eye on the news for any important developments, but at the same time I do not want to engross myself in the ongoing and continuous rehashing of the January 6th Insurrection that took place a year ago today. It is less that I don’t want to hear it or want to somehow ignore it, but rather…
On the Water Today we are spending the day with Frank and Barbara at their recently purchased home in Daytona Beach Shores. It has been explained to me that the Gulf Stream that hugs the Eastern Coast of Southern Florida, departs and heads out to the deep blue Atlantic somewhere around Jupiter, where I was a day ago. That means that the weather up here in Daytona is supposedly markedly cooler than it is down…
The Chateaux of My Mind This morning I am waking up in a lovely French Chateaux on a small tributary of the Loire River. I expect to see a riverboat with wine country tourists lounging on its deck coming past any minute. No, wait, why is there an egret high-stepping through the mangrove roots, they don’t have mangroves in France. Oh yeah, this particular Chateaux is not in the Loire Valley. I am on John’s…
The Fountain of Eternal Life We are now on the flight from Atlanta to Orlando. We had a “normal” layover in Atlanta and our flight there was not really late in arriving, but we landed at the E concourse and were taking off from the T concourse. While that’s not quite as bad as the letters make it sound, its still pretty bad. We had to take the train from E to D to C…
Swamp to Swamp This week I am hopping from swamp to swamp here in Florida, visiting friends while Kim spends more quality time with her cabaret pals at Disney, in the middle of the Orlando swamps. I have at least eight sets of friends littered up and down the East Coast of Florida from Delray Beach up to Daytona Beach. I lunched in Palm Beach Gardens with Terry and Paula and dined with Kevin and…
Ohmmmmmmicron I’m a traveling man again this week. As I’ve perhaps mentioned more times than I care to count, I get more and more inclined to stay put the older I get, but I am nonetheless traveling this week and the one thing I know about myself is that I can shift gears when needed and revert to traveler mode when I need to. There must be a part of my cortex that knows how…
Ramski I was born RAP, but became a RAM. That’s right, I was born Richard Albert Prosdocimi, the name my father and his father carried with them when they emigrated right before the end of WWII to Venezuela from Italy. I have never confirmed the exact position in the Mussolini government held by my paternal grandfather, but have been told that it was something pretty high-ranking and something like the Minister of Ethiopian Affairs. I…
Kumon When we lived in New York City I used to ride down Seventh Avenue, which turned into Varick Street at Clarkson Street, where my youngest son Thomas’ high school was located. Somewhere along that length of Seventh or maybe Varick, I would see a curious sign on a storefront. It was called Kumon with the “o” in the name formed by a round little face with two wide-set eyes and a straight little line…