Turn back the clock to sometime around 1999 or so. My new training partner in the gym is my 15 year old daughter, who wants to get in better shape, and is, pardon the phrase, ‘Serious as a heart attack’ about results. Not a problem, as in the gym I don’t take prisoners. The rules were simple — I workout Monday through Friday — hard. So do you. Deal? Read the rest of this entry »
Ever wake up knowing your energy level was already nearing the redline? We all have at one time or another. Not sick, don’t have anything physical goin’ on, just drained to the max. I’ll be back tomorrow with a vengeance. 
As many long time readers are aware, I not only love baseball, but am a retired NCAA umpire, having worked from JC ball all the way to Division I. I also did post season, which is one of my fondest memories and best ever experiences in life — baseball or not. I bring this up today as I was saddened at the depth of our loss yesterday of John Wooden, who, in my humble opinion was the best coach in American history, regardless of sport or amateur/pro status.
Yet what made him such a priceless American treasure was his value to our youth, as they transitioned from young adults playing kids’ games to adult leaders in American culture at large. When Coach Wooden entered a room full of ‘Hall of Fame’ coaches, whether limited to basketball or not, all attention was redirected to him. He was not only the most respected coach of the last century, but very possibly the most universally respected man in the sports world. Read the rest of this entry »
Please pardon the lack of posting today, as The Boss had a rare day off, and I decided she needed to be taken out for the day. Lunch at Coronado Island, then off to Balboa Park for some cappaccino and seriously sinful chocolate cake. This was followed by strollin’ through the artists’ section which resulted in me acquiring a picture that gave me chills — it reminded me of Dad when he decided the look through ya. I’ll publish it soon.
Meanwhile, thanks for your patience, the day was worth it.
Many of my clients are veterans or currently in the military. They know how I feel about their service, but it’s my belief we can’t tell them too many times how grateful we are.
Each Memorial Day I think of my Uncles Cork and Dick, Navy and Air Force, respectively. Can’t much talk with Cork these days, as he’s in final stages of Alzheimer’s. Dick and Aunt Evie are away for a couple weeks, so I can’t talk with him either.
Both embody what America is about, role models for role models if you will.
I’ve been immensely blessed having both of them as integral parts of my life.
God bless Dick and Cork, and all of our country’s military.
Slowly, and I mean slooooowly but surely we’ve been building a brand new infrastructure for Brown and Brown’s day-to-day operation. We’re not changing what we do, but almost all of the behind the scenes stuff. It’s taken much longer than BawldTechTard predicted, but we’re just about there.
It appears we could be ready to turn the page just after Memorial Day. The new infrastructure will allow us to do the same amount of work/research/analysis in less time and with improved results, or so the GeniusGeeks tell us.
It’ll be nice to be ‘back’ in San Diego to do some business here — though as I’ve said so often here, it’ll be exclusively to assist local real estate investors Get Outa Dodge. We’ll be able to return to rubbing shoulders with the locals, a task to which I’m lookin’ forward. I’ve missed seeing so many of the local crowd the last seven years.
Anywho, everyone have a super weekend, and don’t do anything I wouldn’t, OK?
Also, if the mood hits ya, feel free to gimme a call, as there’re are no weddings scheduled this weekend. 619 889-7100. Have a good one.
Excuse the weak posting schedule, as I’ve been marching to a totally different drummer. Daughter’s wedding is Saturday. Need I say more? Didn’t think so.
Thanks for your patience.
A weekend bio-post about growin’ up in 1950’s & 60’s SoCal.
It’s amazing how many things we learn, but mostly get better at by virtue of simply doing something over and over and over…repetition. I started the trombone in sixth grade, and stayed with it through my freshman year at Norwalk Hi. My junior hi music teacher, Mr. Hopkins, told us the first day of school in seventh grade music class that those who practiced above and beyond what was required would, by eighth grade graduation, be easily superior musicians than those who merely did what was assigned. Most of my cousins and our parents/grandparents are musicians to varying degrees, Mom and her sisters having played organ/piano in church for their preacher husbands. They told me the same thing Mr. Hopkins did — OldSchool repetition never fails — ever. Read the rest of this entry »