I didn’t expect a metaphor. A few months earlier, I had been asked if I would lead a fitness class on one of the mornings of an upcoming offsite conference. Although the request was more along the lines of, “we’ve already decided this is what we’re going to do, so you really don’t have a…
A few weeks ago I posted an article about the modern flying experience and its participants. In “The view from seat 23E”, I took a mostly lighthearted look at some of today’s flying rituals and suggested ways in which we might extract some enjoyment from the whole process. But all is not well inside our…
As we drove past the Zagreb Art Pavilion for the fourth time in ten minutes, a small crowd was starting to gather. A couple of minutes later, our fifth circuit was greeted with sarcastic applause. There was barely concealed laughing. Some were pointing. Minstrels were busy composing songs. Having successfully navigated our way from the…
The next time you board a plane, pause for a moment and think about what it is you’re doing. You’re about to fly. Fly. As recently as fifty years ago, flying was still the exclusive domain of the extravagantly wealthy. Fifty years before that, if you were flying you were probably participating in a war.…
For those unfamiliar with the concept, many housing developments in the United States, particularly the newer ones, have Homeowners’ Associations (HOAs). The principal purpose of the HOA is to provide residents with a pleasant and safe living environment. The HOA charges fees to its residents in order to cover the costs associated with the maintenance and repair of shared…
My daughter stands still, looking out on the ocean, the waves of the retreating tide gently splashing against her ankles. She holds her newly-purchased skim board in front of her, patiently awaiting the optimal combination of incoming and outgoing waves. The moment arrives. At an unseen signal, she moves quickly from right to left, throws…
My father died on the day after my 23rd birthday. Now, almost 25 years later, I often wonder what things would have been like – what I would have been like – had he survived. These thoughts find a sharper focus now because, when my father was my age, he had less than three years…
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