I’m supposed to be going to Vicksberg today. Well, I am going to Vicksberg, but I’m supposed to be there already. Instead, I’m sitting in the Salt Lake City Airport waiting out a flight delay.
I used to travel a lot on the weekends. Then, I got a new boss and was expected to match his travel schedule. He never travels on weekends.
We devote enough of our nights and weekends to work, I figure we can travel during the week.
I can’t say I mind much. It lets me ride the train to the airport. Instead of $10 in gas and $50 in parking, I pay $5 for a Frontrunner ticket and someone else worries about parking. The train doesn’t run on Sundays. (Yeah, it’s probably a Utah thing.)
Anyway, today my flight was supposed to leave at 8:07 to Dallas Ft Worth and then on to Vicksberg. Instead the flight was delayed until 9:28. It gave me an extra hour at the airport. I chose to take part in one of my favorite indulgences. I got my shoes shined.
Not just my shoes, my boots too.
It might seem unusual to wear boots to travel. They are my preferred footware. Like everyone’s, my feet swell when flying. If I wear tennis shoes, or dress shoes, I have to loosen the laces to keep from making my feet uncomfortable. But, boots put most of the tension on your ankle. My feet can swell all they want, and my boots remain comfortable.
But, what about that whole “remove your shoes” thing with the TSA, you might ask?
TSA Pre-check. It’s the best $85 I ever spent. I get to wear my shoes/boots.
Anyway, I took my seat in JW’s chair at the Salt Lake International Airport. JW has one eye, plates in his head and he must be about 85 years old. The first two items I know because he told me. His age I guessed because he told me he fought in Korea. That’s where the injuries to his head came from.
It took JW about 40 minutes to shine my shoes and then my boots. I’m pretty sure he’s normally quicker than that. Although the well worn custom cane indicated that he’s no longer quick.
But, the 40 minutes was a chance to hear about another time and place. JW spent 23 years in the Army. He was in during the worst of Korea and Vietnam. A time when we as a country, treated our servicemen pretty bad. I explained that my dad had served around the same time as a “reluctant soldier.” Dad didn’t want to be in the service and the service didn’t really want him.
JW got a chuckle out of that.
Reluctant soldier? Ha, I like that. That’s pretty good.
JW noticed my ring.
We shared a word and a gesture that only members of one of the world’s oldest fraternities would recognize. JW talked about his great-nephew. Apparently he’s a world class swimmer.
What events does he swim?
All of them!
JW is very proud of his grand-nephew. I’m not sure he undestands competitive swimming. JW is doing a fundraiser to get him money to fly back east to the pre-olympic qualifiers.
Is your grand-nephew black too?
Yep. Yes, he is.
That’s unusual. Not a lot of black swimmers.
No, there’s not. But, you know what? His mother, his aunt and his grandmother were all swimmers. But, he’s the best of the lot.
I hope he makes it.
Finally, it was time to head for my gate. JW finished putting a polish on my boots that they’ve never had before. I got to my gate to discover that the flight had been delayed even more. I’m glad I didn’t cut short my visit with JW.
Like I said, it’s one of my favorite indulgences.
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I spent this week rafting. We went to Moab, Utah. We rafted the Green River. They run a special version for Boy Scouts. The boys earned several merit badges including Whitewater rafting.
I’ve been outside cell range. In fact, my cell phone is turned off. If you are a longtime reader of this blog, you know that I don’t easily turn off my phone. It’s not that I’m addicted to it. Far from it. Instead, it’s my job. I’m on call 24×7. Every day. Every night. Every weekend. Every holiday. Birthdays. Anniversaries. If it’s on the calendar I’m scheduled to be monitoring my phone.
My company answers phone calls from customers 24×7. And as the IT guy, if something breaks, I’m the guy they call to help it get fixed.
Don’t feel too bad on my behalf. I love my job. I’ve been doing it for years, and the benefits definitely outweigh the inconveniences. And, yes, I’ve taken my phone on camping trips. I’ve taken calls from 6,000 feet up the side of a mountain. I’ve been woken up in the middle of the night.
But, in those years I’ve learned a few things. We have a protocol we follow when the computer systems have an issue. I can do it (nearly) in my sleep if need be.
However, occasionally, I find that I’m going to be completely inaccessible. Even if there is cell coverage on the river, if you’ve ever been whitewater rafting, you know that 1) you get wet. Way wetter than you want your phone, and 2) you are expected to paddle. You can’t step away with an annoying, “I’m sorry. I have to take this.”
A funny thing happens during the times when I’m disconnected. It’s awesome. I have read about “detox” retreats where people have to be physically separated from their phones. I’m not concerned. Not a bit. If I can turn off my phone for the day, I get to do something I don’t always get to do. I get to focus. Whether that’s focusing on the river, the boys, or just the fact that I’m floating through some of the most beautiful country in the world. It’s a rare treat.
I’ll be happy to tell you all about next week. For this week, I’m busy not watching my phone.
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I didn’t write this week’s posts. Well, I mean, of course I wrote them. But, normally, I write these either the night before or the day of.
There’s a concept in manufacturing called “Just in time” (JIT.) Actually, I think it’s a supply chain concept. In any case, it’s the idea that you don’t make money when you have a warehouse full of product. If you can reduce the amount of inventory you have on hand, you can free up capital to expand your operation.
JIT supply chain concepts have pretty much become the norm in business. When, you see the semi pulling up to 7-11 on a couple times per week, it’s because they’ve figured out how many slurpees they are going to sell per day and they keep enough cups and straws and slurpee mix on hand for just a couple of days.
It’s why an interruption in the supply chain, like from a strike or a natural disaster results in so many shortages. First people tend to buy extra in preparation for the coming hurricane and then the trucks cannot make their normal restock runs.
I tend to practice what I call JIT publishing. This blog started about 5 years ago and I’ve managed to post every M-F since then. But, just because I know that I’ll have five posts I need to put up next week doesn’t mean that I manage to get them out early. In fact, often I’m burning the midnight oil to get today’s post up. Well, the pre-midnight oil.
Anyway, that’s my normal routine. This is not a normal week. I mentioned on Tuesday that I’m gone rafting this week. I can’t guarantee that I’ll have access from where we are camping. So, this week, I had to write it all in advance. If something super interesting or relevant happened today, I missed it. In fact, I won’t have access to the internet, so I not only didn’t write about it, I didn’t hear about it.
It’s ironic that this week I managed to get ahead of the game. Last week, as you may remember, the posts were pretty thin. My child who was in the hospital, is home and recovering nicely. But, the ER visits and the week in American Fork Hospital made it hard for me to focus on other things.
And this year, I’ll be focused, just not here.
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My dad sold real estate for a few years. He always suggested buying the worst home in a good neighborhood. I’m the second owner of my house. The first owner never lived in it. It was always either a rental, or empty. I live in a nice neighborhood.
It’s a typical suburban neighborhood. Saturdays in the summer is filled with the sound of lawn mowers. The sight of people out working in their gardens or caring for their lawns. The evenings are filled with smell of BBQ from someone’s back porch.
Our town used to be called Battle Creek, Utah. Someone decided Pleasant Grove sounded more inviting. And it really is. However, as a rental that often sat empty, my yard was typically the worst in the neighborhood. And I have a fairly prominent corner lot. It was not unusual for the neighbors on our street to take turns assigning their teenage sons to mow down the weeds in our yard simply to keep them from seading out and infecting the rest of the neighborhood.
To prepare to sell the house, the realtor, or owner simply mowed everything down and slapped down sod on top. It looked pretty, but those weeds underneath didn’t die. They just came up through the sod.
My neighbors take great pride in their lawns. I asked one neighbor, “Do you even have any weeds in your yard?”
“Sure, I have one. It’s next to the driveway. I’m working on it.”
He was serious.
However, there’s a benefit to buying the worst house in a nice neighborhood. Whatever you do is an improvement. For five years, I consoled myself with the idea that even if I had weeds, the lawn wasn’t all weeds. And it looked better than before we moved in.
But, slowly over the past 6 years we’ve worked on improving the yard. This year, I’m finally feeling pretty good about it. We’ve pretty much vanquished the dandelions. My son spent hours digging out the crabgrass last fall and it seems to have worked. The thistles are all gone. The only thing left is Morning Glory.
If you’re unfamiliar with lawns, Morning Glory is a vine. It’s kind of like ivy. Really obnoxious, not-nearly-as-pretty-and-harder-to-control ivy. It’s technical name is field bindweed. Some people actually plant it on purpose. Those people are idiots.
Once Morning Glory gets established it’s nearly impossible to eradicate. It loves to strangle your flowers and anything it can climb. Even in a lawn, it will send out shoots as much as ten feet. It has what some consider pretty flowers.
My kids are responsible for doing the dishes at our house. We have six kids at home so they rotate the chore so no one has to do it constantly. And if you think about it, dishes are something that are never complete.
Back in the 1980’s there was a show with Pierce Brosnan and Stephenie Zimbalist called “Remington Steele.” Zimbalist played a female private detective who can’t get work because no one thinks a woman can be an effective private detective. She invents a “boss:” Remington Steele. Pierce Brosnan is a conman and he figures out that Remington Steele doesn’t actually exist so he assumes the identity and ends up working with Zimbalist since she can’t very well prove he’s not the real Remington Steele. Anyway, the way he figures out that Remington Steele doesn’t exist is that he searches his room. There are all the requisite accoutrements that a man would need, but the razor has never been used. There is no hair in the hairbrush.
Dishes are like that. You don’t own dishes to simply put them on the shelf. And as soon as you finish cleaning the last of them, some kid comes through wanting a drink of water and BOOM, you have dirty dishes again.
IT system are like that. There’s a common joke, “If users would quit screwing up my systems, I wouldn’t need to keep doing maintenance on them.” Of course, the system exist to service the users, not the other way around. You can choose to ignore the maintenance. Put it off month to month or year to year. But, if you do, you end up with a yard full of Morning Glory.
Not my yard, fortunately
I’ve resigned myself to the fact that like server backups and dirty dishes, I will have Morning Glory in my lawn for. . .ever. But, I also know that I can either let the dirty dishes stack up month after month hoping against hope I don’t need to restore from backup, or I can put in a little time doing backups on a daily or weekly basis and ensure that I pick the Morning Glory before it can start to mold in the sink.
Because some things are never “done.”
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I’m camping this week. I’m rafting on the Green River in Moab, UT. (Honestly, if I weren’t here, I’d be jealous of me. Okay, that just got weird and way too snarky. Sorry.)
We’ll be here all week. Even though we’re rafting, Utah is still a desert. And in the desert, water is life. I normally take this very stylish 2 liter Sprite bottle full of water.
And while I’ll be taking it, I also decided to try a Camelback style solution. The rafting guide may not be thrilled with a 5 lbs projectile in his boat.
A few years ago I bought several “backback hydration” systems. They are not Camelbacks, but they are the same type of solution. I had 5 sons who went through scouts and 8 daughters who also love to camp. These backpacks got plenty of use. In fact, I’ve never actually used one before.
And that leads to my problem. The tube that connects the reservoir to the mouthpiece is a kind of important part of the whole operation. And as I pulled it out of our scout bin, I noticed it was dirty. And dirty right in the middle of the tube. The 3 foot long tube.
What to do?
I tried shaking it back and forth. Nope
I tried filling it with water and shaking it back and forth. Nope.
I tried filling it half with water and shaking it back and forth. Still nothing.
Have you ever heard the phrase it’s impossible to push a rope? For some reason that came to mind.
You cannot push a rope.
The phrase makes sense. It’s the idea that certain things work a particular way and no amount of “out of the box” thinking will get you past that fact.
For example, exercise. There are multiple websites and ads that will help you “get ripped in just 10 minutes per day.” And they have a picture of a 300 lbs guy and next to him is Chris Hemsworth as Thor from The Avengers.
Guess what? They don’t work. You cannot shortcut your way to good health, or a ripped physique. You can’t push a rope. You have to eat healthy. Get plenty of rest. And exercise.
The same is true in business. I remember an old movie starring Michael J. Fox called “How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying.” It was based on a long running stage play of the same name. In it, Michael J. Fox manages to go from being the janitor to become an executive in his company. One of the first thing he does is move into an empty office and just “own” it.
I’ve spent my entire career in business. And while it’s a fun movie, any attempt to duplicate it would fail immediately. I’ve worked for a lot of companies, some small, some massive. My current company has 133,000 employees. When I worked for Microsoft, we had 50,000 employees, many of them working on campus in Redmond.
Having seniority at Microsoft got you two things. First, you got first dibs on new hardware. (And then your 6 month old laptop gets passed to the guy with the 2nd most seniority, and his 12 month old one gets passed down and so on.) The second thing that you get is first dibs on office space. Every company has a premium on office space.
Even when there are lots of open offices, they all have an owner. Somewhere there’s a spreadsheet with that office and the person who owns it.
My point is that the movie shows you how to short cut, how to “push a rope.”
So, what do I do with my water tube? I could sterilize it. That wasn’t the issue. It was the ugly brown junk. Who wants to drink that? Even if it is sterilized, no thanks. My son suggested, “Throw it out. Buy a new one?”
Yeah, that would work, but then I thought about rope. With my camping gear I carry a coil of that really scratchy “Manila” rope. It’s made from fibers soaked in oil to keep them from rotting. Interesting trivia bit, if you cut a six inch section of that rope and shred it, you can add a couple of drops of hand sanitizer and it makes the best fire starter I’ve ever seen. (Did I mention I also carry a small tube of hand sanitizer with my camping gear? But, I fear I’m getting off track again.)
That Manila rope was just about the right size to fit down the tube I needed cleaned. But, I obviously couldn’t pull the rope through. So, I had to push it until I got one end out the other end of the tube.
Nope, you can’t normally push a rope. But, sometimes the circumstances line up to let you do the impossible.
(After 12 feet of rope, the tube was looking brand new, inside and out.)
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When my brother was 17 we lost track of him. Literally. He’s my half brother. He went to live with his dad and graduated from high school on the other side of the state. And then he dropped out of sight.
My childhood could be described as less than idyllic. Until I was 11 years old, thing were pretty chaotic. My mother did an amazing job. She was all about taking care of us kids, whatever it took. After 11, things got much more stable. But, we are all victims of our history.
My brother’s disappearance didn’t shock us. We were concerned, but in the days before social media, there was not a lot of contact anyway. He’d had an even more chaotic childhood than I had. And at 17 he was on a pretty dangerous path.
I appreciate it more now that my sons are at that age. I have a son who left home at 17. The last year at home things became more strained. He pulled away from family activities, church activities and pretty much anything that was “family” related.
Except games.
My family has a long history of games. Especially board games. Another brother gave us a copy of Star Trek Attack Wing a few years ago. It’s a table top game. You pick a ship from the Star Trek universe and you try to kill your opponent’s ship, also from the Star Trek universe.
The game is, of course, much more complex than that. You can have multiple ships. And the Romulans, the Klingons, the Ferengi or the Borg all have special capabilities. The combinations are endless.
My brother sent us ships. A lot of ships. Like over 300. The ships typically cost $15 each. My son and I spent hours with STAW, as it’s called. We played, of course, but we also strategized about different fleet possibilities. We went to tournaments. And we won them, although it wouldn’t have mattered if we lost.
My son is 6’5″. My brother who was lost is 6’5″. My son reminds me a lot of my brother.
Eventually, my brother called us and reconnected with family. With the help of my parents, he straightened up and went to college. He married a wonderful woman. Years later he bought my mother’s CPA firm. It became Bliss & Skeen CPA, although there is not a Bliss there anymore.
My son will head off to Utah State University this fall. He wants to be an Astro-naughtical engineer. And get a PhD. Basically he wants to be a rocket scientist. Considering he graduated a year early with a 3.89 GPA and got a 35 out of 36 on his ACT, there’s no reason he couldn’t be.
I think about the year he left home. I can’t help comparing it to my brother’s circumstance. I won’t say that Star Trek is what saved our relationship. But, there were plenty of times where the only time he’d talk was across a 3×3′ play area with little plastic model ships.
So, I’m not saying it didn’t save it either.
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I apologize. This has not been my best week. And you, dear readers suffered for it.
I enjoy writing. I’ve been writing since I was a kid, stories, books, articles and for the past 5 years, this blog. I enjoy exploring different topics. I try to stay focused on business and leadership and team building and training and occasionally posts about camping and hiking and Star Trek Attack Wing. I guess it’s inaccurate to say I focus on anything.
But, through it all, y’all have supported me and kept coming back to read my scribblings day after day. . .Monday through Friday.
This week my writing has been more a chore than a joy. I’ve done it because I’ve been doing it and I don’t want to stop doing it. But, my attention has been elsewhere.
One of my kids spent the last 5 days in the hospital: kidney infections, heart issues, high fever, rapid heartbeat, lots of pain.
The child is home now and on the mend. I’ve also been working and holding down the homefront while my lovely wife stayed with our child at the hospital.
I’ve been a little. . .a lot distracted.
I’ll try to up my game next week.
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. . .because we have the 1st Amendment.
I’m Canadian, so it’s not really the same thing.
Oh, sorry. My mistake for thinking you were American. (I mean, isn’t everyone?)
It was a facebook conversation on a friend’s wall. He and I, while great friends, don’t share political views. Most of his friends are on the opposite side politically from me.
It let me consider what seperates citizens of the Unites States of America from citizens of other countries. President Obama once stated, I believe in ameiran exceptionalism, just as I suspect that the Brits believe in British exceptionalism and the Greeks believe in Greek exceptionalism.
The former president was criticized by those who took issue with his acknowledgement that every country thinks it is exceptional. As Syndrome, the villian in Pixar’s movie “The Incredibles” said, When everyone is super, then no one is.
My grandmother used to tell each of us grandkids that we were her favorite. And we believed her.
I have great respect for many of the countries in the world. We recently watched in awe as Thai special forces rescued 12 boys stuck 2 kilometers inside a flooded tunnel. That was exceptional.
We recently saw some of the best soccer players in the world compete in the World Cup. Sunday, France and Croatia will square off to see who’s best in the world. The USA didn’t qualify for the tournament. But, even if we had, no one expects our boys would have made it to the finals. France and Croatia have done something exceptional.
So, was Obama right? Is everyone special? Sure, but I think there’s still room for making the case for American exceptionalism.
Last week we had our nations birthday. 242 years young. We date our birthday from a hot summer’s day in July, 1776. A group of men risked their lives, their fortunes and their sacred honor to wrest a country away from the most powerful nation on earth.
I’ve read enough history to know that things are never simple. Yes, the colonists defeated Britain. But, it took some help from France, and we were not the primary focus of Britain at the time. Still, a group of men stood up and said, From this day forward we will make our own choices.
We Americans discovered electricity. We put men on the moon, a feat still unmatched. We invented computers. Then, we invented them again. We invented a bomb so terrible that it shook the world. We have the most powerful military in the world, and yet the person in charge of that army willingly gives up control.
We invented television and then to try and make up for it, we invented the internet. Have have some of the richest men and women in the world. And many of them are giving away billions of dollars to aid education, eradicate disease, and bring all nations into the information age.
We’ve not always been at our best. We allowed slavery for far too long. Eventually it nearly tore our country apart and we paid an atonement in blood. We still treat groups of our citizens badly. Our Constitution allows people to be racist, rude and horrible citizens.
But, we remain the beacon on a hill. There are millions of people who dream of getting to start a new life in America.
Yes, I think Americans have reason to be proud of our exceptionalism.
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I’m so happy to see so many of my British friends finally embracing football. Who knew those NFL exabition games would have such an impact? Apparently they had a big match today. (They’re called “games” but you’re new to the sport, we’ll cut you a break.)
I thought it was a pretty obvious joke. My British friends got it, some of my American friends didn’t.
First let me say that I’m very disappointed that England lost their World Cup match. I don’t even like football and I was pulling for them. Well, I like football, just not their football, what we American call soccer.
Obviously there are substantial differences between the two footballs. The fact that one is mostly played with your feet, and the other with your hands, comes immediately to mind.
But, I wanted to focus on the difference in timing. In football, as played by the non-United States world, players run pretty much the entire game. I’ve played pick up games and you quickly become winded if you aren’t used to it.
European footballers will use this fact to look down on their American cousins playing “pigskin” football. That and the fact that American football players only play half the game: offense or defense, but typically not both. And yet, footballers don’t run full speed the entire game. Football players in America give as close to 100% effort as possible from the snap of the ball until the whistle blows. They may not be running the entire game, but during the time the ball is in play, they are exerting maximum effort. Between plays, they rest.
I’m playing American football at work right now. I’ve built a reputation of being on call 24×7. Of putting the customer first. Of giving up time with my family, or at least sharing it, in order to keep doing my job. That’s the American football attitude while the ball is in play.
But, this week, I’m not. Sure, I’m on call. And when something breaks, I’m still giving it 100%. But, the rest of the time, I’m not. I didn’t intend for this to be a down time, but it is.
I’m sitting in a hospital room. The lights are dimmed, the subdued light from my iPad competing with the green and yellow light from the various monitors.
I’m not sick. That would be too easy. My child was admitted on Monday after an emergency room visit for severe pain. The doctors are making progress and the longterm prognosis looks promising. But, in the mean time, I’m a scared dad sleeping at the bedside of a scared kid.
If my phone rings I’ll answer the call and run my routes, or fulfill my blocking assignments. But, until the snap of the ball, I’m taking a break.
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