Look Again

Look again, those birds are perched on top of the reflection.  So is the art the giant reflective bean, or the city reflected on the surface?  The shape orb remains the same, but the image is constantly changing, it changes with the light, the weather, and the surroundings.

Am I an observer, or part of the art, or both?  Can you find me in the image?

Malcolm Forbes Slept Here

A few years ago we were wandering around the back roads and small villages of Normandy one afternoon and I turned the corner and I could see this sitting on the hill.  There was a parking area and signs for tickets so we stopped.  Nice little Chateau.  The building on the left contained the ticket desk, a gift shop and a small museum.  The Chateau was owned by Malcolm Forbes.  He bought it as a base when he was ballooning in the Normandy.  Nice little cottage for weekend getaways.

It is just my size

Surprisingly comfortable, and it has to be red.

An Open Letter to the Donald

Dear Donald,

Everyone seems to agree that you will win the Republican nomination and be a candidate for President of the United States.  To be blunt, if you are elected, you have no idea what you are getting yourself into.  Imagine how ill prepared an average congress person would be to operate your hotel business, that is how unprepared you are for government.  Running a government, is vastly different than running a business.  It is even more difficult if half of the Republicans and nearly all of the Democrats are opposed to you.

You love to get your way, and you usually do one way or another.  The only way to do that in government is to move to the center, focus on the common ground that both sides can agree with.  That probably means the issues you have screamed about on the campaign trail, don't stand a snowball's chance in hell in DC.

You are not a lawyer, you need to surround yourself with very good ones, not ones that agree with you and will dig for a way to stretch the law to fit your needs, you need the kind of lawyers that will tell you what you can and cannot do, and you need to pay attention to them.

The Constitution is a complicated law.  Reading it alone, will not tell you what it means.  Even Scalia looked beyond the words to the intent in attempting to interpret it.  Others view it as a living document, changing over time with changes in society, after all many of the men who wrote it owned slaves and denied their wives the right to own property - let alone vote.  Barack Obama is a good Constitutional lawyer - hire him to advise you.

Governing is not a popularity contest.  Getting elected is, but doing a good job once you have been elected is not.  To be effective you have to stand firm, explain why, and do what needs to be done.  To quote a past President, " if you want a friend in Washington, DC, get a dog."

Leave your kids behind to run the business - don't bring them along.  The pictures of you son's on safari killing big game, will haunt them and you in office.  Don't bring the baggage along.

Study the separation of powers.  It is tempting to meddle in other branches of government - you can lead or encourage, but not interfere.  Leave the Judiciary alone.

Please don't count on my vote.
Take care,

DG

Unexpected Questions

Life sometimes surprises us, how about five questions about surprises?

1:  What was the most surprising thing your grandparents ever did?  My mother's mother was a very quiet, conservative women.  I was driving the grandmothers from Michigan to Florida one fall shortly after I finished high school. We stopped for gas in Tennessee and Grandmother Harp bought a bag full of firecrackers.  She loved them.  I locked them in the trunk so she wouldn't light them and throw them out of the car window as I was driving down I-75.

2: Have you ever turned the corner in a museum and come face to face with a surprise?  A couple of times, American Gothic in a museum in Chicago, we have all seen the posters, there was the original in the flesh.  And in the British Museum in London, I turned the corner and nearly walked in the Rosetta Stone.  I always assumed it would be in a museum in Egypt, but, there it was - in the stone so to speak.

3: Have you ever been totally surprised by a guest at the door of your home?  No, my life is pretty predictable and boring

4: Have you ever left on vacation not knowing where you were going?  Yes, I did this to my X one time. I had refused to tell her where we were going to keep her from obsessing about it for weeks - I had narrowed it down to two destination and I decided about 100 miles up the road to go to DC rather than Ashville. I had a great time, she - well she wanted to sit in the room and watch TV. I made a major life decision on that trip.

5:  Have you ever told the server in a restaurant to surprise you?  Yes.  I have told them what kinds of things I like and said bring me the best.  Trust and you will receive the good stuff.

Greetings from the Hotel Grande Italia

We have finished two days in Venice, been there, walked that, bought the funny hat.  I rather enjoyed it.  When I was in Florida I worked for developers and builders, we worked on some kind of low and wet sites, okay we paved over some swamps, but nothing like Venice.  Oh myyyy!  The city moves at it's own pace and has for 1,000 years.  It is amazing.  Don't be fooled by that mirage in Las Vegas, Venice is nothing like the Venetian. The winding streets hold a 1,000 surprises, the canals truly are the main - streets of the city.  The Palace and Basilica are spectacular. There will be a few postings over coming months, including a couple of forbidden photos.  In Italy you have to learn the difference between no-flash and no-photo - these were taken in no-photo zones. (Sometimes you just have to break the rules, color outside the lines, take a walk on the wild side.)

We have been staying at the Hotel Grande Italia in Padova, about a 27 minute train ride from Venice.  The name of the hotel and the location - directly across from the railroad station nearly kept me from booking. The name sounds like a movie title, or murder mystery. But it had good reviews, air-conditioning, and an elevator (actually 2 of them.) It is quite nice, it is modern interior in and old building.  The room is spacious even by American standards, neat and modern.  Breakfast is included (Hotels.com - said it was not.) and is good.  The surrounding neighborhood, is marginal - as areas around train stations often are.   Maybe it will inspire me to write a mystery.  (The apartment in Rome as a #20 Gregoriano - another address that could title a good mystery.)  

Fleeting

The spring bloom reminds me that life is short, like the bloom on the tulips, it is finite and undefined.  You know the blooms will be here only for a while, but you really don't know how long.  Life is like that.  But while the bloom is on, while life is here, it is beauty, glory and fun.  Enjoy while we can.

Nothing dark and sinister, just thinking about life.

Imagine the party you could throw in this room

The Life Blood of a Business

Customers are the lifeblood of every business or profession.  Everyone has a customer.  It is easy for the front line staff to know who the customer is, harder for administrative staff. Sometimes the customer is another department or person in the same organization.  The customer is the person that your work is supporting.  Everyone, in every business has a customer.

A few simple guidelines:

• Trust the customer, a few will figure out how to cheat the system - but most will do the right thing. Don't penalize the majority, to try to control the minority.  
• Treat the customer well.  It costs little and keeps them coming back. 
• Even if the customer is wrong, make it your problem, your failing and try your best to make them feel well about it. 
• Honesty if the only policy when talking to a customer.  People would sooner work with an honest incompetent, than a lying perfectionist. 
• Give your best to the customer.  The customer keeps us in business, keeps us working, they deserve our best.
• Be profuse in your thanks to the customer.  Saying thank you costs nothing and pays big dividends 

Oh, yea, it has been another one of "those days" at the office.  

Update - the adventure continues

We just finished five days without WiFi or TV, in an apartment in Rome, supplied by the conference J was speaking at. The apartment was in an incredible location and had lots of space.  We went to the Vatican Sunday in time for the end of the Mass in the Square.  I have pictures on the camera of the Pope in the Popemobile.  It has been a good trip, and five days without WiFi meant five days without office email - a nice a very needed break.  We are off in the north for a few days, then back to Rome and home.

Nice Italian sausage every place you look.

High School

I came the realization that I finished High School 39 years ago this month.  How the hell can it be 39 years?  Not that high school looms large in my life, but how can I be old enough for plans for a 40th reunion to start popping up on Facebook, Social Media has reconnected us to our pasts, if we like it or not.

My relationship to high school is complicated.  As I have explained before I went to half of high school in Michigan and half of high school in Florida, my parents were snow birds and I changed schools a couple of times a year in time with their seasonal moves south and north.  It was complicated beyond that, I didn't fit in well, I didn't really understand why, and what I did understand scared the crap out of me.  I was a good student, but no one took an interest in my academic work.  I didn't realize until I applied for graduate school, that I finished in the top 20% of my high school class, despite changing school 8 times in four years.

I was kind of a geek in high school, yearbook photographer.  Coordination was not my strong suite, I am not a natural born runner, and locker rooms conflicted the hell out of me, so I was definitely not a jock in high school. I was classified as college prep, but when I tried to talk about college the only advice was art school to study photography, overlooking the fact that I have no ability to draw.

My Florida high school experience was as a temporary student who arrived in the middle of the fall semester and would be gone in the middle of the spring.  I was more connected to Michigan, but I found that I had little in common with classmates in North Branch.  I had seen the city, it was hard to connect back on the farm.  I do have a life long friend from Florida, there is no one from Michigan that I have stayed in contact with  continuously over the decades.

I went back for a couple of reunions in Michigan, the last one was the 25th.  I left there with a sense of closure, realizing that 25 years earlier I had little connection to the place and people, not that they are not good people, and being gone for 25 years had not built fondness.

Looking at high school classmates on Facebook, many of them have never moved on.  They list their education as high school.  What ever they left with 39 years ago, was what they have built their lives around.  I went beyond, my undergrad experience was "non-traditional" taking over a decade to finish a 4 year degree, but my time at Rollins changed me as a person.  I grew up, developed self understanding and improved self acceptance.  I went on to Law School, an experience that changed me again.  I have high school classmates that are still where they landed out of high school.  They never moved beyond.  I did.   This makes me different, but then I knew I was different 39 years ago.  I didn't know how far I would grow away from the people and place.  

100 years from now?

Over my grandparents lifetime, we moved from horses to cars, from the Wright Brother's first flight, to walking on the moon and the Concord.  During my lifetime we have moved from steam trains to - well Amtrak is a bad example, 250 mile per hour trains in other parts of the world, and from landline phones to smart-phones.  If I pulled a Rip-Van-Winkle and took a nap today, what would I see when I woke up 100 years from today?

Driverless and pilotless transportation, tell the transporter where you want to go and it will take you there.  I may live long enough to see this.

Interconnected and seamless communications, entertainment and work platforms.  We have made a lot of progress, but there is still a disconnect between my smart-phone, my computer, and my home entertainment.  I may live long enough to see this happen.

The change in communications will blur the line between work and personal life; between play and productivity.

People living in much smaller spaces.  We consume far to much space and too many resources for a place to eat and sleep.  The tiny house revolution will is just the beginning.

Air transit that does not rely on distant airports.  Advances in engineering and materials will allow larger aircraft to take off and land in much less space.

Faster over and under water transport.  Be it undersea trains, large fast submarines, or merely improvements in surface ships that allow them  to move much faster, moving across oceans will become more efficient.

More effective farming of the oceans, and utilization of the mineral wealth of the oceans.

Mining the garbage dumps of the past for the mineral waste of the 20th, and 21st centuries.

An improved ability to make all of the water on the earth - drinkable.  Physics and chemistry can  make this much more efficient.

Advances in understanding how the brain and nerves work, will lead to new understanding of developmental differences, mental illness, and changes in memory and cognition.  Do people with dementia lose the ability to remember, or the ability to express the memories, do they lose the ability to make decisions, or the ability to express those choices?  Understanding this is a key to improving the lives of these members of of human family.

Technology will close the communications gap caused by speaking different languages.  This will change how governments and people think of one another.

What do you think life will be like 100 years from now?

Lions and tigers and bears

Oh my!

Tangible Work Vs. Intangible Work

There are a lot of dissatisfied law school graduates these days.  The profession is changing, good paying jobs are harder to find, attendance costs have gone up dramatically, and more and more new attorneys are making less money.  Recruiting law students for the office and talking with undergraduates I am increasingly asked, if I regret going to law school.  I have no regrets on going to law school.  It was what I wanted to do, because it was what I wanted to do.  Experience helped me to understand the areas of practice that I enjoy doing and don't enjoy doing.  I have been fortunate in that I have been able to focus on research and training - things I very much enjoy.

But do I have any regrets.  The tangible results of my work are few and far between.  At the end of the day, it is hard to look and see what I have done today.  I have replied to email, emailed, attended meetings and calls, organized and hosted calls, but what tangible change have we made.  I spend about 1/3 of my year planning a national conference, once a year when the ballroom fills with people I know we have accomplished something, but what tangible record is there that we have made a difference in the life of the attendees?  What do we produce.  If I produced widgets,  there would be a box of widgets at the end of the day.  Sometimes I wonder if I would have a greater sense of accomplishment if I had become a blacksmith, silversmith, or house painter.

Top of the Spanish Steps

The Spanish Steps are in-restoro,  there is a narrow section open to climb, and an elevator in the metro station.  We are staying 100 meters from the top of the stairs.

Looked over my shoulder

I  stopped to take a picture of what was in front of me,  and realized St Peters was over my shoulder.  Life is a great adventure.  No WiFi till Thursday,  so postings will be thin.

Transit Woes

I like public transit, more specifically I like subway trains. I like being able to move around the city without having to deal with traffic and parking. There are some great systems around the world, they say the system in Paris will get you within 10 minutes walk of anyplace you want to be in the city, the system in London covers much of the city.  Like DC, or Chicago, the system in Rome does a good job, for where if goes, but is not as extensive as it could be.  Athens greatly expanded their system when they hosted the Olympics.  I understand the most reliable systems in the world are in Tokyo and Moscow. I look forward to exploring the system in Tokyo someday.

The DC system is about 40 years old, 40 years of not quite so begin neglect.  It has become unreliable.  It has suffered through mismanagement, and complacent staff.  In an effort to fix this, it will be undergoing a major rebuild over the next year, it is being described as three years worth of work in one year.  As a result, I don't know how I am going to get to work for two weeks in July.  The line I ride will be closed for rebuilding.  There is not a good work around.  Busses can carry part of load, but there are not enough buses and they will compete with traffic.  I guess I could get up and drive to work before sunrise, and home midday.  Not a good option, but it may be the best option.

I can only hope when it is done, it will work, as well as London, Paris, or Rome - to dream of Tokyo quality service is I fear unrealistic.

What is around you?

It is Sunday, so I need five questions and answers.  How about your surroundings?

1:  What item within reach or sight, have you owned the longest?  There is a stoneware mug on my desk that I use to hold pencils that I bought when I was about 10 or 12 years old.  I won't say how long ago that was, but it is getting close to getting mail from AARP.

2:  How many ways can you tell the time from where you sit?  I can see five watches, I still wear a watch, my computer, my phone, the cable box for the TV in my bedroom.

3:  Is anyone watching you?  I hope not, there is a webcam on my computer - I hope it has not been hacked,

4:  If you needed to write down a phone number, could you?  Well there are several pens on my desk, but I would have to dig for something to write on.

5: What is the newest thing within reach?  A book I bought last weekend that was the subject of a blog post.

Back Into the Light of Roma

Indy!

It is Indy weekend.  The Indianapolis 500 was one of the first races that captured my imagination.  I like open wheel racing, Indy car, F-1, and others.  I love bicycle racing - some day I am going to watch a stage of the Tour de France thunder by (I am missing the finish of the Giro d'Italia by a few days this year.)  I enjoy horse racing.  All of these have something in common, they are pure, honest, built from the ground up to be fast, the audience is intelligent - maybe even cultured.

I loath NASCAR - the fakery of calling the cars a Chevy or Toyota or Ford drives me nuts, the current cars have nothing to do with production cars other than a general silhouette.  Silly redneck racing.  

I have been to Indy twice for qualifying and practice sessions.  There is something magic about a car zooming by at 200+ miles per hour.  Go for it!

Has My Cover Been Blown?

For most of the first decade I didn't post pictures of myself on the blog.  The original idea was pictures of Travel Penguin, who still travels with me, but the idea of daily penguin pics was not practical and the blog became more personal and I post selfies from time to time.  Very early on the blog, I posted pictures of travel penguin at the Lincoln Memorial, and someone posted a picture in a comment, of me taking the picture in the Lincoln Memorial.  I was a little surprised, it is a small world.  Recently I posted a picture of myself relaxing in an airport at the start of a great adventure and picked up a comment that the orange shoes confirmed that I had been spotted in an airport - but my reader didn't quite know what to say.  I know the feeling, I spotted a blogger in France 5 years ago, based on the car they drive, and tried to say Hi, I read your blog, turns out their English is as bad as my French.  Wednesday morning I sat next to a national TV journalist, and couldn't think of a single thing to say - I couldn't think of his name - but then I am not good with names and faces - just ask Mrs SW2-28.  What to say, "I think I read your blog?" Bloggers are generally a nice bunch of people.

Heading out on this adventure I had a bit of a circuitous route, DC to Detroit, Detroit to Philadelphia, and Philadelphia to Rome. I am traveling on frequent flyer miles and this routing was 60,000 miles, DC to Philly, Philly to Rome was 120,000 miles.  Airline logic. With the recent news about delays at airport security, I arrived early and breezed through TSA precheck at National (DCA.)  I think there were three people in front of me, and the only delay was the person in front of me not stuffing her things in the x-ray machine fast enough.  I had long layovers in Detroit and Philly, so I splurged on an executive lounge day pass ($50.)  I rarely do these, but with three hours in Philly before a 9 hour flight it was nice to be able to stretch out in someplace quiet.

It was a long flight, about 9 hours.  I am getting better at overnight flights, but I still dislike them.  I arrived in Rome, despite the nearly 4 hour connection time in Philadelphia, my checked bag missed the flight. My late mother in law taught me to always carry at least a 1 day contingency plan in my carry on.  I am good for a day, and the bag should catch up with me by then.  If not I get to go shopping in Rome - it could be worse the last time I had a bag delayed going out I was in god-forsaken Alabama and the only shopping option was Walmart.

Where the deer and the antelope play

This was taken just outside of Glacier, Montana about a decade ago.  At the time I was a contractor for AARP on assignment to do workshops on elder abuse at the Blackfoot Indian Reservation in Browning Montana.   Wow, what an amazing place.  We were on the east side of Glacier National Park.  The reservation is on the hard plains east of the Mountains.

Some day, I am going to ride the train through Glacier National Park,  Amtrak runs through the park, I stayed in a hotel across from the East Glacier station.

Relaxing

Sweet Bear!

Bears!  I like bears, four legged and two legged. Big, warm, fuzzy bears. Wouldn't our lives be different if we could keep bears like people keep cats and dogs?  I can just imagine the bear walking area on the condo grounds.  Talk about a great guard animal!

I have seen black-bears in the wild a few times.  The next time I go to Alaska I want to see grizzly or brown-bears in the wild.

Big Show

So I have been waiting for weeks for a notice to be posted for bidding for funding for my work, I work on "soft" money, funding from outside sources.  Technically the funding is available to other bidders, but the eligibility and experience criteria make it very difficult for an outsider to qualify.

The announcement was finally posted today.  Proposals are due in four weeks, I am planning to be out of town for two of those four weeks, so I see some work on the road and lots of long days when I am in the office.  Not the best of timing, but it is for the big show.  Assuming we are successful it is a five year funding cycle.  In nearly 20 years on soft money, I have never had more than 3 years of secured funding.  Five years is a really big opportunity.   Wish me luck and lots and lots of long days in the next month.

A Matter of Taste

It is all a matter of taste, I am sure that this is someone's pride and joy, they have spent a lot of money to buy it and then modify it to look like this.  Not my cup of tea I am afraid, but I have to admit it did catch my attention, it did make me stop and stare.  In case you are thinking, well only in America,  this one was in Stuttgart Germany.  We are not the only country that lacks taste sometimes.

Blog Questions

I don't think I have asked questions about blogging on my blog.  It is time to:

1: Why do you blog?  - I see it as a creative outlet, I get to post pictures and write. Blogging, blogging everyday, forces me to write on a regular basis.

2: About how many blogs do you read on an average day?  About 12, about 8 of them are checked everyday, the other 4 vary from a long list. On Sundays, about 20.

3:  Do you create posts ahead of time or post them immediately when they are created?  I write ahead of time.  Some postings take time to develop and spend a lot of time in draft form.  I normally have a few days ahead ready to post and scheduled to post automatically.

4: How long do you carry an inactive blog on your bookmarks before you drop it?  At least six-months.  Some are friends and have been carried for a year or two - with just a post or two.

5: Have you ever regretted a blog posting?  Yes, I have edited a few and taken down one or two over the years.

Can you interpret my dream?

I woke up one morning recently from a very vivid dream.  I don't often remember details of my dreams, but I woke from this one and it was vivid and maybe kind of funny.  Maybe you can offer me some hints on what it means.

I was arguing with a squirrel.  A common north-american brown squirrel, about 8 or 9 inches tall.  I don't know what the argument was about or what language it was in, I was previously unaware that I could communicate with squirrels.  We were on opposite sides of a tire barrier, and the squirrel kept catching on fire.  When he caught fire he would dance around, I would rush around the barrier and by the time I got there to help, he would have the fire out. First his tale, then he paws, he just kept catching on fire.  At one point he shot arrows at me and I decided that I should put my points in writing and I sent him a note.  He didn't read it, he burned it and in the process caught his paw on fire again. I woke up about that point.

What is this symbolic of in my life?

Death By Powerpoint

A little afternNoon I stepped out of a conference hotel, into 60 degrees, overcast, about 100% bone-chilling humidity, you know the kind of weather where you can't quite figure out if it is fog, rain, or snow?  Yes, it was gloriously wonderful to be out in the wonderful weather, what a wonderful escape from 2+ hours of death by Powerpoint.  Oh-My-GOOOOOD, how terrible.  The speakers were a bunch of researchers from the University of Chicago and the University of Washington, our federal tax dollars at work.  I am not sure if the research they are doing is finding anything worth hearing, by the time they got to the findings, no one in the room was still alive to hear.

All of them started with the history of the subject, then droned on, and on, and on about the research model, data selection, methods, analysis, color of their mothers' eyes, recited the the 3rd verse of Satanic Verses.  Then maybe, got to the findings.  Even then the data was so dense on the slides, no one could read them.  One person was talking about geographic data distribution, she had maps of the data distribution across the entire 50 states, and included two data sets - in other words two maps of the 50 states - on each slide - you couldn't see a bloody thing. Most of the powerpoints were the outline they were speaking from, or maybe it was their grocery shopping list, the content was so dense and the font so small no one could read them.  At one point one of the speakers apologized for a typo on a slide, a slide that had about 500 words on it and NO ONE COULD READ anyway.

When did they quit teaching effective public speaking and communications skills in college, the speakers were all people with doctorates in their field - someone at some point in their education should have forced them to learn effective public speaking.

No power point slide should ever have more than 10 words on it.  If you are going to read it, just print it and hand it to the audience and go to starbucks.  If you don't tell the audience the most exciting or important thing you have to say in the first three-minutes, you have lost them and most will never hear what they need to hear.  Think about the TV series, Law and Order - I like the original New York version best, not the whiners and moaners versions.  In the first 2 minutes, they find the dead body and show and tell you what the mystery is going to be, then they go to commercial break  dumm-de-de-dumm-dumm-dumm.  In fishing they call this setting the hook when the fish first takes the bait.  If you don't do it then, you never will.  In the first 2 to 3 minutes you need to tell the audience why they need to listen to the rest of what you have to say.  If you put them to sleep before you get to the good stuff, they will never hear the good stuff.

Great speakers are informative, inspiring and entertaining.  I love great speakers.  There were none to be found this morning.

Memory Triggers

This stone structure is on South Mountain in Phoenix.  This picture was taken in 2010, it could have just as easily been taken in 1965 the first time I saw it.  The image triggers old memories, memories from when I was in the first grade.  Warm, comfortable, relaxed memories.

When I moved into my office, I remarked to the boss that I would bring in all of the framed diplomas and licenses and put them up. He said to me, put up things that make you comfortable, that make you want to be here. I did.  At first it was travel photos and a couple of posters for important projects I have been involved with.  When we moved to new office space, I put up art that I like, that brings color and brightness to my office.  Images trigger memories and feelings for me.  I have learned the value of surrounding myself with images that make me feel good.

Interesting trip in 2010, J went with me to a conference in Phoenix.  I rented a car, we stayed over and toured the city, drove up to the Grand Canyon.  I have very few pictures from that trip, about six months later my hard drive crashed, with no back-up.

A Long Journey to Peace

My one and only Uncle died in his sleep Tuesday morning.  Richard, aka Dick was a mountain of a man, with an amazing sense of humor.  He spent decades working the midnight shift in research and development at Ford, perfecting the art of spinning a stories in the small hours of the night.  He grew up on a farm, his father died of a heart attack while Dick was still a teenager.  He lived life, having as much fun along the way as he could, driven by the experience of his father. I don't think he ever expected to live into his 80's, but he did.

He married my Aunt, my one and only aunt, when I was about 5.  I was ring bearer in their wedding.  I can still remember the navy blue suit and red bow-tie.  Dick bought a boat from a neighbor of his mother's, who had won it on "The Price is Right."  He then bought a house on Lake Orion just north of Detroit so he had a place keep the boat.  I spent many fun summer weeks around the boat and the lake.  They owned a couple of Edsels, and later a couple of Mustangs.  Along the way they owned a couple of motor homes, driving one with 7 adults, a 70 pound dog and geriatric cat from Florida to Alaska and back one summer.  My Aunt died suddenly 20 years ago of a brain aneurysm. Dick was older than Edith, I don't think he ever dreamed that he would outlive her by 20 years.

He has been sick for a couple of years.  He spent the past 18 months in nursing homes and hospitals.  He had part of one leg amputated.  I am sure he never expected to have such a long journey through the medical system - a long journey to peace.   I do hope that he has found peace, and a place to spin a long tale.

Taking it seriously

It is the time of the year, that my office requires all staff to take an online class or or two.  Usually ethics, every second or third year workplace behavior.  This year's issue is sexual harassment.  This has drawn the typical jokes, like we don't need training on that, we are pretty good at it without training, and others are offering tips on how to breeze through the 30 minute online curriculum in under 10 minutes.  I want to tell them to quit joking and take it seriously.  It is a very serious issue, I have told few people about this but I was sexually harassed and it is a miserable experience that leaves you feeling powerless.

My harassment came from a licensed clinical social worker, who was the sole expert witness in a case I was court appointed in. He was the social worker at the nursing home where my client lived.  The first time I met him was in his office at the nursing home, his fly was unzipped and he was noticeable aroused.  On the day of the trial he followed me into the men's room in the Court House and stood next to me doing things you shouldn't do in public. Later in the hallway outside the Court Room he made remarks about it. His acts were unwelcome and made me feel very uncomfortable.

I reported the behavior to my boss who laughed and said to stay away from him.  Difficult to do when he is the sole expert witness in the case.  I thought about reporting to the judge, or his employer, but couldn't get the words to come out.  He made me feel debased and powerless.  I am usually very strong, especially when I am angry, but this was different, I felt powerless against a predator.

No one should ever be made to feel the way he made me feel.  Here I am 10 -12 years later and it is still hard for me to talk about.

A year or so later the nursing home closed and was torn down.  I mentioned to a friend that I hoped the staff social worker was inside when it was torn down.  She said, oh him.  Everyone knew he had problems.

Sexual harassment is very serious issue.  It hurts people, it is not fun, or funny.  Don't stand for it, stand up for those who are preyed upon.

Back Home Again

I am back home again, oh that is right I didn't tell you all I was gone.  I left last Wednesday, flew to Chicago and checked into a nice hotel, had dinner with a friend, spoke at a conference on Thursday afternoon, ran to the airport only to have my flight delayed over an hour, flew to San Francisco, checked into one of the top hotels in the country, attended a day long meeting on Friday, had a wonderful dinner with Jay's cousin, and spent all day on Saturday flying back to the east coast.  about 6,000 miles of travel in four days.  I am exhausted and fighting a head cold and cough.

The meeting in San Francisco was hosted by a medical society.  Doctors have better taste in hotels than legal aid attorneys.  They took care of the travel arrangements (and paid the bill.)  I stayed at the Fairmont Hotel on Knob Hill in San Francisco.  It is on most of the top-10 lists of the finest hotels in the country.  The Greek Revival building opened in 1907, a year after the fires from the earthquake of 1906 destroyed most of the original building.  It has been wonderfully maintained, and renovated retaining the incredible detail of the 1907 building. It deserves it's reputation as one of the best of the best.

Sunday Questions - Material Possessions

Another Sunday, keeping up with the theme of the year, another 5 questions must be created, answered and posted for others.  I thought this would be easier than it is, I thought I would find other lists of questions or my readers would make suggestions more often.  No such luck, this has stretched my imagination, and that alone probably makes it a good exercise.  Part of the motivation for blogging is to force myself to write, the commitment to posting every day, forces me to write often.  I stumbled across the book above at Target and couldn't resist.  It is published as a workbook with space to write about the 642 things.  Reading the opening page, it was created in 24 hours, with ideas contributed by 35 writers.  

1:  Have you ever lost anything to a thief?  Yes, when I was a teenager and my family was in Florida for the winter, someone broke into the house in Michigan and stole my stereo.  I had worked most of one summer to buy a nice Panasonic component system.

2: What was the last thing you bought for yourself that was a major splurge, much more than you should have spent?  The 42-inch flat screen TV in my bedroom that I bought a year ago, when I was getting ready for a long recovery at home.  I do like it.

3: What is your spending threshold for a splurge?  More than $200.  This number has really gone up, I can remember when spending more than $50 was a major splurge.

4: What is the most valuable thing that you have ever found?  Hmm, I don't find a lot of things,  I did find a video camera that a tourist had left behind in Union Station in DC, I turned it in, I hope the person who lost it came back for it.

5: What was the most expensive thing you ever threw away?  A copy machine, I had bought it for my office when I was working for homebuilders in a field office. The company didn't think field offices needed them.  As I recall I paid over $1,000 for it. After I bought one, the company decided that they did make sense and started providing them.  I used it for several years, it needed expensive parts and I couldn't bring myself to toss it. I drug it along when we moved to Kentucky and it was in the garage. I finally told Jay, I am going upstairs for a few minutes and if it is gone when I come back I won't dig it out of the trash.  I never saw it again.

Rollins College

Rollins College in Winter Park Florida is an interesting place.  I spent 8 years there finishing a four year degree, most of it taking two classes a semester and working full time.  Winter Park is the Beverly Hills of Orlando - a pretty place where the people with money live.  Rollins sits at the south end of Park Avenue on the shores of a large lake.  Park Avenue has the nicest boutiques and restaurants along it.

Rollins was founded in the late 1800's by protestant ministers.  It has evolved into a fine liberal arts college, consistently a top 10 liberal arts college in the southeast.  Historically a handful of the student body were local, but Rollins has long been pricy.  It became the place that New England families sent their children who desperately wanted out of cold winters, or who were not quite up to competing in the Ivy League. When I was there in the 1980's and early 90's, the student body was still populated with famous names.  We joked that you could tell the student parking from the faculty parking because the student parking was filled with BMWs, Mercedes, and Porsches, the faulty lot with Toyotas and Hondas.  

I enjoyed my time at Rollins.  I learned a lot, I grew as a person.  I became more comfortable with who I am as person.  Rollins change my life and I will forever have a fondness for the place.  

Happy Anniversary

May 15, 2015

A year ago today, I was in surgery, I won't rehash the details, if you want to read about it go back to May and June of 2015 and reread the blog.  

I do have a special request on what for me is now a very very lucky day (never thought I would feel that way about the 13th of the month.)  

If you just don't feel right, go see a good doctor.  Man-up, make the time, spend the money and find out what is really happening. Just do it. 

You see, I knew for a long time before I finally went to see a doctor that "something" wasn't right.  But I put it off, I had lots of excuses, I didn't have a regular doctor, I was busy, I didn't want to spend the money for the co-pays and deductible,  the excuses could go on for pages.  I almost waited to long. A few more days, weeks, months at most and my outcome would have been very different.  I tested the limits of the skills of the best Doctors - because I almost waited too long.  Please don't do that. Pick up the phone and call, go see someone today, or tomorrow, but soon.  If you put it off, you may be too late.  

If you are lucky, they will tell you it is normal and nothing to worry about, if you are VERY VERY LUCKY, they will say, "we caught this just in time."  

I know the feeling

I took this one morning, 4-5 years ago, walking from Gallery Place to our old office near the White House, it is a window display at Macy's on G Street NW in Washington DC.

Oh I know the feeling, time for rest.  Things have been a bit of a grind this year, a lot of long days and long weeks.  I have never fallen down on the job.  I have a policy, I don't sleep in my office and I don't work at home.  When I start working at home, I will start napping in the office, oh and to do that, I need a larger office.

Name That Airport

This one should be easy.

I travel in and out of here often.  It is the busiest airport in the region in terms of the number of passengers, not necessarily the number of flights.  J and I flew in and out of here the first time as they were building the new terminal.  I recall being delayed flying out because of snow, running through Newark and barely making a connection going home to Orlando.

These two should get together

I was out running errands recently and I saw these two unrelated signs - without further comment the 17 inch Queen and the Fresh Bottoms should meet one another.

Gambling

Five year's ago I was in Las Vegas for a conference.  I liked Las Vegas, I don't think I could live there, but I did enjoy spending time there and would welcome the opportunity to go back.  Few conferences in my field are held in Vegas, I am surrounded by lefty-liberals and they rant that Vegas exploits women and poor people.  We ended up there in 2011 because of a labor dispute at a hotel in San Francisco.  I enjoyed it.

I enjoy a little gambling.  I consider the money I put into it, money spent for entertainment.  When I put cash in my pocket for gambling, I consider it spent.  I limit it to what I am willing to spend.  Going to the movies here in DC, with a large soft drink and nachos, will set me back about $30, I can get a couple of hours of fun in a casino for $30.  

As I recall I left Las Vegas in 2011 about $40 ahead.  If I had quit when I was farthest ahead, I would have been about $100 ahead.  But I was not there to make money, I was there to be distracted from life.

Slot machines are the easiest, but also are the most likely to consume the entertainment dollars quickly.  Stand there long enough and the machines will take all of the money.  You are destined to lose in a slot machine.  Now I have had a few fun wins with machines, I left breakfast in Deadwood South Dakota $35 ahead after spending $5 on entertainment while waiting for my eggs benedict.

Video poker or blackjack if my favorite.  There is some skill involved, and the reward increases with the risk.  I can find a quarter machine and play for an hour on $10 of entertainment money.  I have tried card games with a live dealer and I didn't like it.  The dealers are too fast and inpatient with my stopping to think before acting. And most of them have a minimum bet that is beyond my entertainment budget.  I tried roulette in Vegas in a hybrid, the bet was placed on a computer screen and the dealer actually spun the wheel live.  It was fun.  Someplace in the dust on my desk is a $1 chip from the Flamingo, a memento of that experience.    

MGM is building a new Casino just across the river from where I live.  I look forward to it opening.

Mother's Day Five Questions

It's Sunday, so here are five questions and answers!

1: What year was your mother born?  1927, both of my parents were born in 1927.

2:  What secret do you know about your mother, that you are willing to reveal?  She sent money to her adult kids, against my father's wishes, I drove her to post office a couple of times to do this.

3: Who was the disciplinarian, Mom or Dad?  Mom,

4: What was her life like growing up?  She spent summers on a farm, and a lot of winters - off season from farming - in Detroit where her father would work running a dragline or shovel.  When she was a teenager, her family drove to California and back with a travel trailer.

5: What was the bravest thing she ever did?  Shortly after finishing high school, she left home and went to live with an Aunt in Detroit.  Her father didn't think she should work, just find a husband to take care of her, and she wanted a life.

The Fastest Two Minutes in Sport

Happy Kentucky Derby Day!

It is the first Saturday in May, the day of the fastest two minutes in sport. The Kentucky Derby will be run at Churchill Downs in Louisville, Kentucky late this afternoon. The Derby has a long history. It is the season premier for the best of the best, at what is likely the peak of their racing career. Planning for most of the three year olds running today, started 4 or 5 years ago with careful selection of a mare and stallion.  Tons of cash go into careful breeding of horses that are most likely to be the fastest of the fast. Even there the odds are long that the foal will make the cut for the field three years down the road.  Rarely, does a horse of humble beginnings make it into the field, and even more rarely does the winner come from obscurity.  But it can happen, lightening strikes, people win the lottery, and that chance drives people to try.

Owning top level racing is a hobby for the wealthy.  A lot of it is old money, some of it is new money. The past couple of years there have been contenders owned by people unheard of and struggling to make a living 20 years ago.  Most people don't get into racing thinking they are going to make money at it, they get into it because they love horses and have money to spend pursing that love.  In the process they get to spend a lot of time with like minded people. Some of the big name farms are owned and supported by a single wealthy family, others are business who who breed, keep and train horses for owners who want to be involved in racing, but don't want to own a farm (or shovel horse manure.)  It is rare, very rare, for a humble horse farmer to strike it rich in racing.  But a lot of humble horse farmers make a good living raising horses for others. It is a difficult business, one horse in a thousand will rise to the top and make money.  Horses have to be taken care of in all kinds of weather and 365 days a year.  Much of the front line work is done by low wage workers, many of them immigrants.  The reward, when you have that special horse is the spectacle of racing.

Take a break around 6:00 eastern time this afternoon and find a television.  Watch the pomp and circumstance of racing.  As one lyricist put it, the horses are there for "the chance of a lifetime, in a lifetime of chance."