Welcome ...

One day I was contemplating the advice I had been sharing with hundreds, if not thousands, of people over the years. I decided it was time to put my experiences into the written word and hope that you find as much pleasure in my adventures as I have ... and maybe, just maybe, if your travels cross some of the same places that mine have, perhaps my words of wisdom will make your journey that much more fun and exciting.

So whether it's local restaurants or exotic destinations ... as my Uncle Jim described me, I am the "intrepid traveler", always ready for an adventure, whether traveling solo or leading the way ... you never know what will pop into my head and come out on the keyboard.

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Remembering ...

Remembering is something we do every day.  We have to remember to stop at the market on our way home from work, remember to return phone calls, remember a friends birthday, remember the smallest things.  Does this diminish the importance of remembering?  I ask this as I wonder if that is why when it comes to September 11, people say "don't forget".  In sales training, we were taught that to use the word "don't" at the beginning of a sentence or a presentation, you were pretty much guaranteeing that someone would do the exact opposite of what you wanted them to.  For example, don't think of a pink elephant.  Now I ask you, what picture is in your mind right now?  Yep, a pink elephant.


When it comes to the events of September 11, I prefer to say "always remember".  And tonight, I want to share some of my day, September 11, 2001. When someone asks "where in the world were you on that day", like everyone else, I can tell you where I was, what I was doing, all of those details.  It's interesting as when I was little, my Grandma could tell me exactly where she was and what she was doing when they announced the assassination of President Kennedy on the radio.  Even down to what she was wearing. I was always amazed by that and never thought I would have such a memory seared into my mind too. Ah, the naiveté of a child.  But I digress.