poetry

  • I tend to lean into the extreme, to see how far I can push my body. For example, whenever you see a guy jogging in 12 degrees with a windchill factor of minus five and think to yourself, “What a moron!” chances are that moron is me. And when you question the sanity of a…

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  • This past Friday morning, while spending time with a client, something occurred to me. It moved me enough to say, “Jim, if it were thirty-five years ago, before diving into business, we would have discussed last night’s Seinfeld episode.” The exchange that Jim and I would’ve had all those years ago would not have been…

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  • This Old Man…

    This past year, I have developed what I call, my old man sleep pattern. Doubtless, I have accumulated my share of birthdays, but not enough for the “dreaded” old man pattern. Nevertheless, wherever I happen to be come 10:00p.m., be it in front of the television watching a ballgame, curled up on the sofa reading…

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  • Perhaps the riskiest thing we can do is making ourselves completely vulnerable to another. The consequences can be devastating, the rewards unparalleled. Imagine that you’re an automobile and you have entrusted someone with your ignition key. Your hope is that the better angels of their nature align with yours, while remaining mindful that a portion…

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  • This Day in History

    April 18, 1775, gave birth to America’s first “Bad Ass.” Paul Revere’s Ride By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow LISTEN, my children, and you shall hearOf the midnight ride of Paul Revere,On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five;Hardly a man is now aliveWho remembers that famous day and year. He said to his friend, “If the British…

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