Into a world so loud, so arrogant and so hurried emerges something so simple and so reassuring. It has no political party, no agenda, no “read between the lines,” and for sure no strategic implications or competitive advantages.
So, an old friend of mine just gave me a book. It looks good and is about one of my favored subjects — all the old rockers from way back in the ’60s and their stories.
Memory is personal and not always shared, no matter how much one might wish otherwise. Memory never ages, and yet, a hundred years from now, who will thank John for his daffodils?
Back when my sole responsibility in life was to “learn” (oh, glorious days), I remember writing a high school paper on organizational theory and reading about an amazing social scientist and Nobel Prize winner named Herbert Simon. That was so long ago, but frequently these days, I find mysel…
The rain finally stopped. Outside, it was still cold but clear, dry, sunny and bright. Everywhere I turned, I saw people smiling — outside walking, playing, talking, and, yep, buying.
I am sure that you too have your own stories of good people, who have pulled you up or restored your faith either in yourself or in humanity. Here are mine.
If you might be interested in a few quick observations on getting your vaccine, this short quick read is for you!