What suits you?

Ever look back at history and think about whether or not you would've fit in better during another time?





Taking everything into consideration...pop culture, music, the arts, education, technology, sports, political rhetoric and direction...everything.

I think I found mine.

Instead of '67...I should've been born in '34.

First and foremost, I would've come from humble beginnings because I would've been born at the tail end of the depression. I would've learned how to appreciate things.

In the 40's...I would've been old enough to hear about the war in school. I would've learned to love my country...and appreciate real war heroes.

In the 50's...I would've been in my teens and 20's and I would've found music and myself.

In the 60's...I would've been old enough to know what cool really was.

In the 70's...I would've been just old enough to miss the club scene. No Studio 54 for me.

In the 80's...I would've been middle age and would've been longing for "my" music and would've been old enough to appreciate the "new" economy.

In the 90's...I would've been hitting retirement age at a prosperous time.

Around the turn of the century...I would've started to slow down at a time when everything around us was speeding up.

Now...I would be ready to call it a day...looking back and smiling.

Don't get me wrong...life's good right now where I am...but sometimes I wonder.

When was your time?

Better late than...

Writer's note:
You ever feel like you could write more about something but you really shouldn't because less is more on this given subject? Yup...I am there today.


Here's a quick one to always remember...

Good news is never late.

Which one comes first?

They say life imitates art.

Couldn't agree more.

Got a new one though...

Art predicts life.

Yup. It's true.

Head and heart present. Fingers...not so much.

I love to write.

I write for myself on a personal level.

I write for my clients on a professional level.

Ever get writer's block?


I got it this morning.

And even the aroma of my coffee is not getting me moving my fingers over the keyboard to produce anything meaningful to say.

But here is the thing....it's not because I've got nothing to say. It's because I have too much to say.

The head is filled to the brim with stuff. Thought provoking (at least from my opinion).

The heart is as well.

But it's hard to put a finger on the stuff marinating in my logical warehouse and in my emotional vault...

Well...I did it. By talking about my inability to fill a page...I filled a page.

It's kind of like rice cakes...not a lot of taste but it fills a hole.

But like I have said before...getting something on paper is better than staring at a blank page.

One of my previous posts talked about writing like a photographer takes pictures. You take hundreds of pictures to find one good one.

Write to make mistakes...and eventually you'll get something good. Eventually...

What Did you Like Best?

Writer's note; A friend of mine who is going through a rough time just wrote about the beginning of the movie "City of Angels" where the question on the way to heaven was asked...'what did you like best?" Top of the head...in no particular order...here goes...

Any time or thing that had to do with my dad.

The night I fell asleep on the couch with Lynn at Tom's house.

Cleaning my loft apartment when I was moving out.

On a winter night in Rosendale, Wisconsin long ago.

Vilas Hall.

The Beloit Country Club.

Anything to do with the Union Terrace.

The days when my kids were born.

June 13...1998.

My kids as babies falling asleep on my chest.

Eating food right from the fridge on the kitchen floor.

Drinking milk from wine glasses.

Making bacon/egg/zucchini casseroles.

Dancing in the water fountain.

Lying on Bascom Hill looking up at the sky.

Movie Nights.

Easter 1996.

Packer games live at Lambeau.

Jamaica, Punta Cana, San Francisco, Napa Valley.

The woman who spoke at my Dad's visitation.

Father's Day 2011.

Jack Sikma and Isaiah Thomas.

Fiddler on the Roof and Camelot.

The Summer of '85.

A Soloflex and a Barbie house.

The first night in our house in Oregon...the second time.

Morning hugs and good night kisses.

Sunrises and sunsets.

Writer's note #2: Some of these are self explanatory...some have no meaning to no one else but me. Either way...sorry for the TMI...

Fits like a...sock?

Did you ever get new socks for Christmas?

I did this year.

They were dress socks...so I wore them to work on Wednesday and I thought to myself how good they felt.

They had more than enough cushion and support and when I compared them to my old dress socks...they were hands down...the winner.

They were new...but really comfortable.

So I started thinking about how we typically look at those two choices as either/or's. We usually have to sacrifice one for the other. I am comfortable here...but over there is something new...that actually may be better...but I really don't want to take that chance.

Comfortable v New.

Nope...not going to fall into that trap.

Don't think you have to lose one for the other. Make it work for both. Stay in your comfort zone...but bring a new element into it. Challenge the comfort zone without breaking it. Stretch it..without ripping it.

Comfortable and new. It does work...and it feels pretty good.

Remember Mikey? He tried new things...and always liked it. What was the name of that cereal again? Oh yeah...Life. That's it.

Writer's note; Did you know the Life cereal campaign was one of the longest running consistent commercial themes in the history of television. They were on to something. But...I digress...

Shaken...not stirred

You've all done it...

You've made it snow inside a snow globe.

You shake it vigorously and the snow flakes explode and create a virtual whiteout of the scene inside the globe.

Then what happens?

The flakes settle...and the scene is even more beautiful than before.




More often than not...that summarizes our life. Every once in a while, the flakes explode all around us. Creating confusion and apparent disarray. But eventually, the flakes settle...the picture becomes clear again...and you see the scene for what it really is. But...probably even more beautiful than before because you appreciate it more.

Don't be afraid of the whiteout...embrace it because what follows is actually quite nice.