Quid Pro Quo, Clarice

Ahhh…that Dr. Lecter always did drive a hard bargain. Being the academic sophisticate that the good Doctor was, the screen writer of Silence of the Lambs was probably wise to use “Quid pro quo” as opposed to something a little more juvenile…like, “Hey girl!  I’ll scratch your back if you scratch mine.” It doesn’t have … More Quid Pro Quo, Clarice

A Dying Art

I was sitting with a colleague in sales a few weeks ago, probably over a cup of hot cocoa or tea, and he said this: “You know….no matter how much data we collect; no matter how much we use it to make decisions or have it provide strategic direction; we will always need people to … More A Dying Art

A Convenient Blip

A blip on the radar.  That’s all this is going to be for most everyone. Except for the families, friends, and anyone else associated with the five people who died today at the Fort Lauderdale Airport. Just put yourself in one of those shoes of the family, friends, or…maybe the people who are dead right … More A Convenient Blip

The Ability To Believe

The world is a funny place.  Sometimes, I can’t write for weeks.  Other times, unforeseen forces simply plop things into my lap and I can’t do anything but write. I can’t tell if I am unusually adept at recognizing when, what seem like disparate ideas or experiences, all come together around the same place and time; or if … More The Ability To Believe

The Day the Bloods and the Crypts Joined Forces

Wimbledon is the most prestigious tennis tournament in the world.  The men’s final is tomorrow morning at 9am…which the U.S. networks have dubbed “breakfast at Wimbledon” for decades. 99% of you won’t watch it and don’t care.  I do because I’m a tennis dork; and it will give me 2+ hours of good couch time on a Sunday … More The Day the Bloods and the Crypts Joined Forces

The Right To Bear Arms

____-Shouldn’t everyone get at least one bear arm to hang on their wall before they die? One major rule of a dinner party states that you never discuss religion or politics.  Things can get ugly. For 48 hours this week at a client conference, that’s essentially what a colleague and I did during dinners and post-dinner libations: … More The Right To Bear Arms