Random thoughts, life lessons, hopes and dreams
Once again, it’s time to gather at the bar and bend our conversation around Linda G. Hill’s fun and challenging Stream of Consciousness Saturdayprompt: “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is ‘wrap/rap.’ Use one, use both (for bonus points), use ’em any way you’d like. Enjoy!” Did she say bonus points? I hope... Continue Reading →
If this looks familiar, it's because it was accidentally posted yesterday. Either I didn't know the date, or WordPress was messing with me. Whenever I travel, I try to eat at the bar. I don’t know why, but some restaurants don’t let you eat at the bar, or they offer a limited bar menu. I... Continue Reading →
When I was a child – yes, this is going to be one of those posts – we didn’t have “learning or teachable moments.” We had rules and expectations, and when those expectations weren’t met, it wasn’t a soft and reassuring voice that I remember. I remember the message, and perhaps that’s the important thing.... Continue Reading →
If I wasn’t running a family-friendly kind of blog, I could do this as a one-liner Wednesday, but the one line I overheard isn’t anything I want to post here. Last Tuesday, I was in line to board a flight from Atlanta to Hartford. I had purchased an Economy Comfort seat, which is least expensive... Continue Reading →
I didn't participate in SoCS and I miss the permission to ramble on. I was on the road last week, and, as often happens I'm caught with a hole in the schedule. I wrote the posts for last Wednesday and Thursday before I left. I wrote Saturday’s post in the airport and I gathered ideas... Continue Reading →
I always wonder if there’s a limit to how many blog posts you’re allowed to squeeze out of one experience. I guess if it’s a major life-changing experience, all penalties would be waived, but if you try to write for the 4th time about going apple picking, you might raise a few eyebrows. Unless you... Continue Reading →
Two weeks ago, I left Hartford’s Bradley Airport (BDL) for a 9-day journey. Sorry if that sentence (or this apology) sticks the Gilligan’s Island theme in your head. Unlike those castaways, my trip was cut short by a snowstorm. It worked out quite well. Instead of coming home through Iowa, after five days in Florida,... Continue Reading →
Power is a strange little commodity. Some people have the power to affect large enterprises and hundreds of thousands of people, yet they channel that power through myriad levels of delegates. At the other end of the spectrum are those who have very little actual power, but who wield it like a maniacal dictator. In... Continue Reading →
If we were having a beer, you would start out by asking me about my recent trip. “Hey, the traveling man is back. So, Ricky, given that you were in New Orleans all week, do you even want a beer?” “I do. I’ll even buy, but don’t start any rumors about me traveling like Ricky... Continue Reading →
