I spent the day in Lincoln Square, Chicago yesterday. A Friend offered to discuss a business startup concept. I jumped at the opportunity. One never knows. Something important and beneficial might be born from a give and take of ideas, conceiving of experimental steps, to discover whether a vision does in fact address the…
The morning came with gusty winds, cloud swept sky, all signs of advance of the cold air mass, roiling against the warmth of the retreating southern formation. Advance, retreat, friction, thunder and lightning, and a gentle rain if we are lucky. A flood if we are unlucky. Welcome to another day of life on…
This topic comes easy. Laura and I have been married for forty-eight years. She is my best friend and friendship is a hint of eternity, a bond that seems to defeat the erosion of time, growing better and stronger year by year. This song by Journey is heard often on the radio. I think…
With an interlude of forty-five minutes I stopped at Starbucks to do some reading yesterday afternoon. Starbucks is a bar for non-alcohol drinkers, for the introverted types who have a proclivity for caffeine, and for studying. I glanced up from my reading to see the individual at the adjoining table. This afternoon, how long…
Yesterday afternoon with some time on my hands I decided to walk around Viking Park at the Gurnee Park District. A light rain was falling. The plantings in the park are well cared for. A variety of tree species are planted to memorialize individuals; paving stones honor community organizations. What better way to establish…
Sunday? I awakened as if in a time warp. My conscious mind was oriented toward the coming day at the office. Waking at 6AM, I left the house for Starbucks with the dawn barely showing to the east. In my dissociation, a day was missing. I glanced at the newspaper rack at Starbucks and…
Saturday morning at Starbucks, a song by the great Sam Cooke can be heard over the cacophony. Reading and writing here reminds me of my visit to a Zoo aviary; voices and objects in constant motion, rising and falling, chattering, calling, etc. This is life: constant motion. The words of Sam Cooke came to…
Friday is the end of the work week. The weeks ends but in truth work does not end. Life is work. Sometimes work is nothing more or less than acceptance of the circumstances of life. All that I imagined, and wrote in yesterday’s post took place before the Senate Judiciary committee just as I…
Thursday and I awakened at 5:30AM. I couldn’t sleep because this is the Thursday of the awaited hearing. The complaint asserted by Dr.Christine Blaise Ford that the candidate for the Supreme Court attempted to rape her when they were students in high school will be heard by the Senate Judiciary Committee. I do not…
We attended a house party last night. A house party is a response to gather in a home for a convivial evening of conversation, food and drink, and in this case, a reflective interaction with the songs and stories of Scott Ainslie. There were many around me that I had not previously met. In…
