Boots On The Ground

I have always had a sly smile when I hear people say, “we have boots on the ground,” or “we need more boots on the ground.” Those references have been mostly about deployments of active duty military men and women, but the expression has extended nowadays to refer to any type of event or activity where additional trained personnel are needed.

After one long weekend off duty to drive that long slog of a roundtrip drive to Pittsburgh to work 16-hour days with home repairs and landscaping requirements for the mother-in-law, I have returned to my home base where…
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Update on the Motorcycle Commute

Regular readers of this blog are aware that I had a crash last May whilst commuting on my Harley to work. I had become accustomed to arriving at my office by 0530, sometimes earlier. And my commute to work was almost always in the dark. That was among the reasons of the cause of my crash — cage drivers can’t see motorcycles in broad daylight, so why would I expect a cage driver to see me in the dark? (Even though my bike is extremely well-lit!)

My Spouse asked me …
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Being Prepared for Life’s Curveballs

Life has a funny way of taking unexpected turns, be they with health, finances, or relationships. Preparing for “life happens” (or sometimes euphemistically phrased “shit happens”) changes is not something most people do on a day-to-day basis. However, having back-ups and some flexibility can help roll with the changes that life brings along. My life is a good example.
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Millennials and Boots

There is some controversy about what defines generations, including those generally lumped into the class of “millennials” who were born roughly between the years of 1981 to 1997, more-or-less. I generally disavow lumping anyone into any category because I myself don’t fit stereotypical lumps. But that’s another story.

Anyway, I had an interesting conversation with three guys in their late 20s at a professional association social networking and mentoring gathering, and I thought I would convey the boot-related parts of our conversation. (I participated as an old-fart sage/mentor in my role as an officer of the association.)

The boot-related conversation began by one of the young men noticing cowboy boots on my feet, and saying…
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