tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75610219636533880812024-03-19T06:46:55.660-04:00Hab-bitzContemporary words for a contemporary worldUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger68125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561021963653388081.post-31821604230206209662013-05-28T15:21:00.003-04:002013-05-28T15:21:32.464-04:00Memorial Day marches on...regardlessPeople don't want it to rain on their parade and for certain they don't want it to rain on their Memorial Day picnic.<br />
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If there was every a psyche up day for smoky barbeque, cold Corona and crunchy potato chips, it's this special American holiday which represents the first day of the summer season. And don't let anyone spoil the fun with cool temperatures, high winds and spitting' rain.<br />
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At a family-style gathering this weekend, a hearty group huddled under a table umbrella, clad in hats, fleecy jackets and the warmth and aroma of fat cigars. Pay no attention to the black clouds, damp cement and a breeze that could put a kids' kite in the air in seconds.<br />
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The holiday would be enjoyed regardless. Food, family and friends make the festivities even if the thermometer is, quite literally, a downer. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561021963653388081.post-78063392783863096362013-01-23T10:26:00.000-05:002013-01-23T10:26:46.173-05:00Electronic coffee knows no beans I used to think coffee houses were intellectual havens for political debate, intellectual conversation, cigarette-smoke-clogged air, and Jack Kerouac-inspired prose around round, sticky tables stained by one-too-many spilled espressos.<br />
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As with most everything in life, my, how things have changed. At least they got rid of the smoke.<br />
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During a visit to a local coffee emporium, I came face-to-face to a new reality -- no one is even talking in these places. Individualism trumps teams, pairs, couples and friends. Conversation is only between the eyes and a tablet, laptop computer or phone screen.<br />
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For 95 percent of the patrons, no one is looking up, no one is using vocal cords or verbalizing about Congressional gridlock, prospects for new jobs or debate over Best Picture nominees.<br />
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If it's just all about collecting and assimilating data, it's a great playground. But if you are trying to build relationships, jump start social interaction or just enjoy a hot latte within your own thoughts, the place is now as cold and uncomfortable as the dreary winter weather outside. <br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561021963653388081.post-89858288765144675032013-01-21T11:02:00.000-05:002013-01-21T11:02:06.763-05:00In response to our fans... All right, it's been over a year.<br />
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I've delayed, procrastinated and otherwise avoided doing what needs to be done.<br />
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You've missed miscellaneous ramblings, select wine tips, restaurant recommendations and general overviews on the absurdity of the situation-du-jour.<br />
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But, hey, it's not coming back in a day. I'm still struggling with the aftermath of several communication hardware and software upgrades...new computer, new mini-tablet on the easy side, Windows 8 and email revisions on the more complicated end.<br />
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Words will soon begin flowing on the screen faster than a swift wind in January. Hey, it is January, isn't it? Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561021963653388081.post-30794641550630689762011-12-21T13:11:00.005-05:002011-12-21T13:29:17.473-05:00Discount illusions drive retailers, shoppersThe 20 percent solution fits the business case for retailers this season.<br /><br />Owners of sport shops, housewares emporiums and jewelry merchants seem to have settled on 20 percent as the magic discount number for golf clubs, Crock pots and diamond bracelets.<br /><br />If there's a newspaper coupon or internet deal involved, it seems that you are getting a 20 percent haircut courtesy of your local store. But, are you really?<br /><br />It's taken to an extreme at an outfit called Bed, Bath and Beyond. Shoppers roll into my local outlet clutching fistfulls of their 20 percent coupons like wedding bouquets. And, even when presented with coupons with expiration dates from the Bush administration, clerks dutifully scan the bar code for the 20 percent bonus for their grateful customers.<br /><br />No doubt the bar code tells them who's shopping from what address -- and gives them the marketing muscle and targeting to send even more of those oversized blue coupons. The illusion of discount is perpetuated -- even if the final transaction prices is more-or-less in line with their competitor's prices.<br /><br />I love the store and its selections. But only a rookie should be caught in their paying the BB&B retail -- without 20-percent-off coupons.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561021963653388081.post-33507528038082772052011-06-23T10:57:00.004-04:002011-06-23T11:31:13.407-04:00Seasonal greenery work loses patinaBush-trimming brings out my inner sculptor.<br /><br />Alexander Calder may have great pieces on the plaza in downtown Chicago and elsewhere around the planet, but my annual outdoor household greenery rite generates personal satisfaction and neighborhood panache.<br /><br />There's nothing more powerful than pulling out an 18-inch electric trimmer to give an unwieldy burning bush or sprawling arborvitae an overdue summertime haircut. But, after the initial whacks, a sense of serenity evolves as hard cutting gives way to smooth brushing and precise trimming. Squares, orbs and flat-tops never looked so good on a late June afternoon...particularly since they're not on a human head.<br /><br />Sure, the worst part of the job is the clean-up -- scraps of twigs, leaves, and needles so small that they make removing drops of thermometer mercury seem like a walk. I hate it.<br /><br />Result: My inner landscaper will never overtake my inner sculptor.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561021963653388081.post-27455123011978241342011-04-27T16:45:00.006-04:002011-04-27T17:12:48.801-04:00Silence of the butter lambs<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQYLRqEGxF0cHolJK-1qP2snBa9Xzxn_0v28EhW0F9LQC0o9ahDS9NZtF6970wk5Bbw0_V7sA1o-MSUtKqDUiyq5Lzi3T8Bd1aZVZ910GYlNTMMfpK2Cv86u_QrjtMKwxj72FZTkKmpNdo/s1600/200px-Lamb_Butter.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQYLRqEGxF0cHolJK-1qP2snBa9Xzxn_0v28EhW0F9LQC0o9ahDS9NZtF6970wk5Bbw0_V7sA1o-MSUtKqDUiyq5Lzi3T8Bd1aZVZ910GYlNTMMfpK2Cv86u_QrjtMKwxj72FZTkKmpNdo/s200/200px-Lamb_Butter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600373811605241746" /></a><br />It's come to this. No eyes. No ribbon.<br /><br />The Easter butter lamb has always made for a special holiday season. Dinner with the family became special when the sculpted dairy staple made its entrance on the table, ready for spreading on thick slices of fresh, crusty rye bread.<br /><br />But from a child's point of view, the peppercorn eyes and the red ribbon scarf around the icon's neck made that butter seem like dairy heaven.<br /><br />So it was highly upsetting to see this year's butter lambs offered without "eyes" and without the proper red flourish. The damn thing just looked like The Sphinx. It looked positively skinny, too, with a poor center of gravity that made it seem as vulnerable as a drunken sailor. <br /><br />I don't want to think it was pure economics for leaving out the two identifiers that had given the butter lamb its "brand identity." But I'd be willing to bet it was the reason the quarter-pounder had been shrunk to the equivalent of a few stacked pads. <br /><br />Yeah, our lamb got retrofitted with the forgotten goods. But, just as with Christmas toys, cable TV installation, and dry cleaning, it should have been done right the first time!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561021963653388081.post-25658800003267130172011-02-16T15:18:00.005-05:002011-02-16T15:51:06.721-05:00Vehicle accelerates pointed communicationPeople who talk too much often say the very least.<br /><br />It always scares me when intellectual capital is trumped by unbridled verbosity. Smarts fall victim to capacity all too often in business, academia and social circles.<br /><br />In this 24/7 world of communication, however, I have seen a surprising point of light. It's Twitter.<br /><br />Finally, there is forum that limits its users to 140 characters of text to make a point, give an opinion, highlight a link, or make a stand. We've finally forced people to get to the point more quickly -- whether they want to or not.<br /><br />Twitter is a great rehabilitation vehicle for frustrated writers and communicators. Who can ever forget adding six extra pages to an already mind-numbing high school history term paper in hopes of earning a better grade? It didn't work then and it works less now. <br /><br />Tweets are the written equivalent of EPA fuel economy standards for cars. People expect great mileage from the gas in the tank. Tweets offer great communication from the words in a sentence.<br /><br />Pedal to the metal!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561021963653388081.post-69558900345572679042011-02-02T17:19:00.003-05:002011-02-02T17:35:57.606-05:00Media snows public on weather reportBuy salt. Check windshield wiper-fluid level. Put snow shovel in trunk.<br /><br />The media types made the case and provided the checkist. Get ready for the Storm of the Century!<br /><br />The result? Same as the Game of the Century, Vintage of the Century, Car of the Century and Flood of the Century. More bluster than benefit, more hype than help.<br /><br />Last night I was ready for 12 to 15 inches of pristine snow roaring in from the Great Plains. Make no plans for Wednesday, I thought, warm-up for multiple shoveling sessions, and get ready to hunker down with good books.<br /><br />The driveway only took on seven inches of the white stuff. It's a substantial snowfall for certain but not enough to order snowshoes or rent a fleet of sled dogs. I don't even want to think about the economic hardship it caused businesses and shopkeepers who had frightened employees not showing up for work or customers scared of slippin' and slidin'.<br /><br />I thought journalists were supposed to inform and enlighten. Unfortunately, in the 24/7 world of today's news cycle, they don't have much time to do either.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561021963653388081.post-42343112511362939392010-12-20T14:48:00.004-05:002010-12-20T15:41:08.215-05:002010 grapes show no wrathFresh snow is swirling smartly, the holidays are beckoning family and friends, and the gas log in the fireplace is doing its very best imitation of a real fire.<br /><br />There's no better time to roll out The Top Six Wines that teased my palate during 2010. Just as last year, this is a very subjective exercise in personal taste and perception that can generate vigorous debate. A $100 wine can be exhilarating; but 10 $10 wines sipped with 10 friends always beat a $100 wine that you drink by yourself.<br /><br />The envelope please:<br /><br />#1 - Tamarack Cellars Firehouse Red 2007 Columbia Valley, Washington. A blind selection off a restaurant wine list brought unexpected excitement through food friendliness combined with rich fruit. The winemaker combines at least seven red varietals from numerous vineyards in a package most wineries could only pray for. Subsequently served to two different dinner groups at home with cries for more. About $20 retail.<br /><br />#2 - Kenneth Volk Vineyards Pinot Noir Santa Maria Cuvee 2006. Hats off to My Brother The Elder for unearthing this rich yet elegant red from the Santa Barbara region. Silky tannins with the right amount of bracing acidity made this a stunner with mushroom and asparagus risotto. Makes you stand up and salute. $28 retail from the winery.<br /><br />#3 - Steele Writer's Block Roussanne 2008, California. Looking for a little something different, I enjoyed this gem in a local wine bar. Fresh yet rich and fragrant flavors from a secondary label offering from California legend Jed Steele. This Rhone varietal rocks the left coast. Suggested retail around $15.<br /><br />#4 - Umathum Wachau Red 2007 - Significant other RA pulled this Austrian gem from a very honest and knowledgeable wine store proprietor in Innsbruck during a visit this summer. Zweigelt, blaufrankish, and cabernet sauvignon combine in a beautiful melange of subtle yet powerful flavors that brings out the yodel in all of us. About $40 plus airfare, land costs, tips and optional tours.<br /><br />#5 - Chapoutier Bila Haut Cotes-du-Roussillon 2008. A Rhone blend that was a cut-above the usual suspects from this hot region. Fruit forward with a splash of acidity that made it a go-to for lighter summer fare that called for a red wine. Just plain delightful and easy to drink. About $13 retail.<br /><br />#6 - Chateau d'Oupia Minervois 2007 - Funky blend of syrah, carignan and granache explodes on the palate with ripe yet peppery fruit and an unexpectedly long finish. A juicy wine that could go with Provencal type fare and roast chicken. Bonus: Easy on the budget for a group. About $13 retail.<br /><br />Make your own list and check it twice during Santa Season!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561021963653388081.post-60974369606722986512010-12-08T09:29:00.005-05:002010-12-08T14:38:25.588-05:00The audacity of heatInvestment opportunities reward in strange ways.<br /><br />Last month presented two major options in one week: Participation in an initial public stock offering by a major corporation versus purchase and installation of a new, two-stage furnace for the homestead.<br /><br />Could the lure of making a quick buck with cocktail-party bragging rights overtake the mother of all home maintenance expenses? Fortunately, pragmatism triumphed in a way Wall Street probably couldn't calculate.<br /><br />The 100 shares of the IPO and the furnace would cost roughly the same amount. I chose an immediate home infrastructure upgrade over uncertain potential gain. <br /><br />After roughly a month, the shares are worth about a dollar more each. The new beast in the basement, however, is looking more like a neighborhood tribute to J.P. Morgan.<br /><br />I'm keeping my feet warm and comfy. I'm using natural gas and electricity more efficiently, paying a dividend in my bills every month. And did I mention a federal tax credit that would put capital gains on a similar investment to shame? <br /><br />Long-term investments can look just as great under the floor as they can in a portfolio.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561021963653388081.post-64224363123231273142010-10-23T11:53:00.003-04:002010-10-23T12:16:38.786-04:00The party's over for new age candidatesNot only are the gloves off, so are the labels.<br /><br />As citizens prepare for voting in the mid-term elections, they are walking through a maze of candidates for every office from governor to congressman to judge to drain commissioner. In a simpler time, the names would be tied to a political party that would give some insight into political, fiscal or social philosophy.<br /><br />In 2010, however, labels such as "Democrat," "Republican," or "Green" are missing from ads and signs more often than batteries for a toy battleship on Christmas. Unless you've installed them in advance, you're never going to find them.<br /><br />Most political advertising in this election cycle serves up only a candidate's name. There seems to be no appetite to broadcast affiliation with a political party. I assume that the polling shows people are fed up with all parties...not that politicos pay attention to polls, of course...and candidates are taking the hint.<br /><br />That leaves only the candidate, his or her positions on issues, and his or her character for consideration. That would be great, but the advertising out there doesn't dwell on the strengths of the candidate. It focuses on the negative aspects of the opponent. Don't get me started on the fact that many candidates routinely dodge debate opportunities and news interviews to better enrich their personal "brand" and cultivate a single message.<br /><br />Just label it "Pablum."Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561021963653388081.post-89380763086723886852010-09-20T16:26:00.006-04:002010-09-21T21:37:17.698-04:00Knocked out of the parkEconomic recession and advancing technology has doomed an American institution, the parking lot attendant.<br /><br />It's not just the poor soul who worked at 3 a.m. in a dark lot on the edge of downtown who's been sent to the unemployment line.<br /><br />It's the guy who stood front and center in a cramped booth at the best joint in town, waving hello, taking tickets, making change, offering jumper cables, giving directions, and generally serving as a goodwill ambassador for his employer and his city.<br /><br />On a recent visit to my local downtown major-league hotel on a lively Saturday night, I found the attendant booth abandoned.<br /><br />Replacing the formerly employed contributor to our nation's tax rolls was a do-it-yourself payment albatross that had more slots and buttons than a Las Vegas slot machine.<br /><br />Slide cash in the slot? Rejected because of folds in the bill. Slide a credit card in the other slot? Not reading at all. Did I mention the half-dozen handwritten, paper directions taped every which-way on the mechanical beast offering helpful instructions to speed the transaction that contradicted the manufacturer's directions stamped on It?<br /><br />In better times, ol' Fred would have poked his head out of the booth, took some cash, opened the gate and sent me on my way with a heartfelt "have a good day."<br /><br />That good day for both of us has long passed.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561021963653388081.post-23947100579617735132010-09-09T10:44:00.004-04:002010-09-09T11:20:51.737-04:00Little repairs, big effortIt's the culmination of a long year of tomorrow, when I feel like it, it'll last a little longer and it's too complicated.<br /><br />Coming face-to-face with a list of home maintenance projects that have been delayed, ignored or dropped is a humbling homeowner experience. There's nothing like cracking garage drywall, a rusty electrical junction box, loose basement tile or yellowed bathtub caulk to bring out the inner Tim Allen in all of us.<br /><br />But unlike the former <em>Home Improvement </em>TV star, I get little satisfaction out of admiring the inherent speed of a power drill or the smoothing qualities of high-pigment white enamel.<br /><br />It's not the actual work, you understand. It's the trip to Hardware Heaven, picking from selections as numerous as a galaxy, getting them home, prepping the work area, getting frustrated with the process, and finally, the clean-up that is as much fun as a root canal.<br /><br />I'm walking around the house and property today, making a punch list of priority projects that might actually get done before the snow flies. I know I'll swell with homeowner pride when all of these little jobs get done. As Mick Jagger might croon, "And I try, and I try, and I try, and I try."Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561021963653388081.post-62087523701273927562010-07-29T15:40:00.008-04:002010-07-30T12:40:31.674-04:00Musical keys unlock election advertising<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7GbzwheXFcXG8wp5tC3s15RqNsGgQrKVMmyAzQ8IZOc5uvcDELPDYWEHHfRwz9JPvqRh4pZuhyphenhyphen4dmKlLtxG87imhhyphenhyphen8ZkeXBS6f1xAVyPnk0iWSbrg-XobuH26qp25H04YXnojLnMTD7Y/s1600/piano.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 182px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7GbzwheXFcXG8wp5tC3s15RqNsGgQrKVMmyAzQ8IZOc5uvcDELPDYWEHHfRwz9JPvqRh4pZuhyphenhyphen4dmKlLtxG87imhhyphenhyphen8ZkeXBS6f1xAVyPnk0iWSbrg-XobuH26qp25H04YXnojLnMTD7Y/s200/piano.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499423835317699954" /></a><br />At least the piano players are working in America.<br /><br />The latest season of televised political attack ads feature the usual array of out-of-context charges, unflattering photos, loose attribution of facts, and general mudslinging.<br /><br />I've noticed, however, that the palette of poppycock is often presented to voters over a soundtrack that features tidy work on the eighty-eights.<br /><br />It's clear that political consultants have determined that tickling the ivories can help create an aura of authority and intellectualism for their candidates. Or dark, sinister Darth Vader-like notes for the opposition.<br /><br />Major stars such as Elton John, Diana Krall, David Benoit and Billy Joel can still perform their piano magic as great entertainers. But anonymous players now toil in ads for everyone from county commissioner to U.S. Senator.<br /><br />If their candidate doesn't get elected or if the newly minted office holder bungles the public trust, it may be time to drag out the old adage, "Don't shoot me, I'm only the piano player!"Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561021963653388081.post-66780614205659679282010-06-30T14:28:00.003-04:002010-06-30T14:49:15.705-04:00Fantasy cooks use fantasy gearThere is no grit, grease, grime or gunk on cable TV's Food Network. It's clear its producers, directors and celebrity chefs like it that way.<br /><br />Any close up of a LeCreuset full of braised chuck roast sliding into a 325-degree oven reveals a shining, flawless rack that looks like it just came from the foundry.<br /><br />An overhead shot of olive oil basted, rosemary chicken slapped on a barbecue grill shows gleaming stainless-steel grates that have never before seen a Delmonico, cheeseburger, St. Louis ribs or any other brother fowl.<br /><br />Check most any kitchen oven or outdoor grill in America and I'm sure you'll see the grease and grime ghosts of Thanksgiving dinners, exploding birthday cakes and dried-out sirloin tips of gatherings and parties past.<br /><br />Even the most fastidious cook is more concerned with how the ham casserole looks to guests than whether the oven door is ready for its photo close-up.<br /><br />Food Network hosts such as Ina Garten and Bobby Flay entertain us with their cooking skills. But I'm sure that without the technicians and helpers that are part of the production staff, they'd be stuck in the sink with Brillo pads at the ready just like the rest of us.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561021963653388081.post-7681988644913997382010-06-07T15:03:00.002-04:002010-06-07T15:20:01.099-04:00Oh, Canada, my CanadaJumped into the car, cruised the freeway, crossed the bridge and cleared the border.<br /><br />It's really that simple in these parts to go international at a moment's notice. A quick trip to Canada always provides a cultural paradigm shift that goes beyond stereotyping of fresh donuts, hockey sticks and health care happiness.<br /><br />The two-lane backroads, and even the 401 and 402 freeways outside the major cities, offer an idyllic view of farms and rolling hills unobstructed by advertising billboards.<br /><br />Mental gymnastics go into high gear as the American mind converts posted kilometers-per-hour into more familiar miles-per-hour. Look out, too, because the Ontario Provincial Police are always ready to give costly lessons for people with faulty math skills. <br /><br />Even with the American economy in the tank, a U.S. greenback still yields anywhere from five to 10 percent premium over the Canadian dollar. And, as much as Americans complain about the price of gas at $2.75 a gallon, the prevailing rate across Ontario racked up at 90 cents a liter.<br /><br />What a country, eh!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561021963653388081.post-16618121760597332552010-05-07T16:18:00.003-04:002010-05-07T16:51:48.678-04:00Baseball icon sews American cultural fabricIt was only a short wait, maybe 20 minutes or so.<br /><br />People of all shapes, sizes and backgrounds patiently sauntered on the sun-kissed sidewalk. They chatted lovingly about a man who defined the fabric of baseball in American culture affected their lives, families and interests.<br /><br />We were all there to pay respects to Ernie Harwell, a gentleman who described the nuances, skills and emotion of a wonderful game on radio for at least three generations of Michiganders, who died this week at age 92.<br /><br />The sight of a great man in a wooden casket underneath a statue of himself inside a major-league baseball stadium was quite unusual and incongruous. But, in a wonderful way, it was as normal as grilled red hots, fragrant popcorn and crushed peanut shells on a lazy July afternoon.<br /><br />We live our lives in the context of our interests and passions. Ernie lived his life in two stadiums during his career in Michigan to relay excitement, details and information to an audience he didn't see.<br /><br />Yesterday his fans, friends and colleagues returned the favor.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561021963653388081.post-59626952712644716542010-04-26T14:47:00.003-04:002010-04-26T15:04:06.992-04:00There's an "app," even for kids' jobsYears ago a young man could walk into the local pizza joint, look the crusty owner in the eye, flash a smile, and get a part-time job flipping pies.<br /><br />No application. No human resources department. No experience.<br /><br />Not any more.<br /><br />My pizza order was late so I cooled my heels in the restaurant vestibule ready to read last year's <em>Outdoor Life </em>and last week's yellowed <em>Free Press </em>spread on a table. Seated next to me was the fuzzy-cheeked store manager interviewing an equally youthful would-be job applicant.<br /><br />Apprently the new kid had made the cut. But the manager handed him a copy of the pizza company's employee handbook. The duo proceeded to read aloud every point in the dozen-page tome covering everything from punching in to food safety expectations. And, of course, the new hire had to sign a form than he and the manager had read and discussed the contents. Equal opportunity meets child labor law meets work relationships.<br /><br />One side of me acknowledged it's good to have rules and expectations spelled out so thoroughly. But the other side thought that, only a decade ago, such a grilling would have been reserved for the executive director of a nuclear plant.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561021963653388081.post-52142582754431531312010-03-23T15:34:00.022-04:002010-03-23T22:14:11.391-04:00Centennial marks celebration of lifeMy father turned 100 on Sunday.<br /><br />Well, at least I could celebrate the 100th anniversary of his birth above the sod.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2TCc3ZgO-abX0SD8exKGqZGbYhMajcUk3kKDv8XYBTqH1Wt6P04lYxqyo3WRWD-5GmgRkwKhrzvtBr4vvWjkedoRNRhu8e9iwvsXYHz1cBRM0upF6S0FobBXJb6OY2dgsmMGAJOut5h1L/s1600-h/DSCN0180_082.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2TCc3ZgO-abX0SD8exKGqZGbYhMajcUk3kKDv8XYBTqH1Wt6P04lYxqyo3WRWD-5GmgRkwKhrzvtBr4vvWjkedoRNRhu8e9iwvsXYHz1cBRM0upF6S0FobBXJb6OY2dgsmMGAJOut5h1L/s200/DSCN0180_082.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451926548955364690" /></a><br />Ben C. died 13 years ago after an outstanding career as father, post office worker, draftsman, and hardware salesman.<br /> <br />No, he didn't pedal monitors, component towers, keyboards or those pesky external drives.<br /><br />He dealt with real hardware, stuff such as carriage bolts, hammers, light switches, drill bits, and allen wrenches, that real people used to keep their homes and businesses humming in top repair.<br /><br />There was no one better at puttying a new glass window into a wooden sash or repairing an alumnium screen door -- services that are nearly impossible to find in a throw-it-away-and-just-buy-it-new culture.<br /><br />Picasso had nothing on a guy who could free-hand paint a sign (Trash Cans: $2.98) that could stop traffic cold on Davison East. And, of course, he served customers cordially and faithfully with knowledgable advice while asking "Was there anything else today?"<br /><br />Ben C. probably would have been an outstanding aeronautical engineer if only he could have finished his second two years of college instead of having to survive the First Great Depression of the early 1930s. But he chose to pilot a better course for all of us as Dad.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561021963653388081.post-48088159434977165712010-03-05T15:04:00.011-05:002010-03-06T16:04:11.028-05:00Long-term love affair continues unbridledShe's still wears a smart, designer, coffee-cream coat, likes a good party, maintains a great wine cellar, and welcomes family and friends with warmth and love.<br /><br />She's my house. I celebrate my silver anniversary with her this week.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLxhffyjycMw0GCJ5nF6AOJHAqUnnB3ZwJU1i78HWSGv79KCLrxyVIDYQ99zaUp57XBvTTaBE95ARlVcjvBDdoKtxmDv-qHdZn-UXJQ7CpYINklVW5iOweEdv_H8kt0VjMEq9wgp3jM4vt/s1600-h/house_110.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLxhffyjycMw0GCJ5nF6AOJHAqUnnB3ZwJU1i78HWSGv79KCLrxyVIDYQ99zaUp57XBvTTaBE95ARlVcjvBDdoKtxmDv-qHdZn-UXJQ7CpYINklVW5iOweEdv_H8kt0VjMEq9wgp3jM4vt/s320/house_110.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445628624096627650" /></a> It does seem like only yesterday that my dear departed and I trampled in the cold to a savings-and-loan in a north Detroit suburb to sign the mortgage papers and close the deal. This imporant real estate transaction really felt good, underscored by the prospect of a recovering economy and a new job for me at the-company-formerly-known-as-The-General at world headquarters.<br /><br />So, 25 years later, how has it turned out?<br /><br />The high-curb-appeal beige ranch on the commons is still standing tall, continuing to earn raves from first-time visitors. It has provided an anchor for life and career ups-and-downs, celebrations of birthdays, anniversaries, Belgian visitors, and Stanley Cups, and barbequed burgers. The company, on the other hand, has died stone-cold through bankruptcy.<br /><br />While the real estate market has tanked, my personal palace delivers peace and comfort that some folks in newer mini-mansions can't hope to enjoy...especially hampered by underwater, interest-fueled mortgages. I'll be looking for brand-new digs some day but, in the current environment, there's nothing like living with the one you love.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561021963653388081.post-59749932995939702802010-02-17T11:34:00.005-05:002010-02-17T12:08:13.292-05:00Who's on first, other players secondWhile the Super Bowl football game has come and gone, chatter is still fast and furious about The Who's halftime musical performance.<br /><br />Opinions range from baby boomer excitement over the energy, talent and excitement of the two remaining fixtures of the legendary four-man rock band to quizzical millennials asking why a couple of old geezers never profiled on TMZ or reality TV are headlining arguably the highest-viewed show in recent memory.<br /><br />An entire generation seemed to ask, rhetorically, "Who Are You?"<br /><br />I say go for it, Pete and Roger! If they're gonna pay you, 65,000 people are jamming to you live and half the U.S. population is looking up from its guacamole, hot wings and pizza, you still have it. There's no guarantee that someone like Lady Gaga or Beyonce could have done any better -- though their time on such a grand stage is ahead.<br /><br />I still remember July 5, 1970. I got an unexpected ticket and ride downtown to watch Pete, Roger, John and Keith live for the first time.<br /><br />Wow. Pete even smashed his guitar at the end of the show. Glad he didn't try it Super Bowl Sunday. I hate to see a guy with a bad hat over a balding head rushed to the emergency room with a slipped disk.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561021963653388081.post-22872932578484519482010-02-01T15:20:00.003-05:002010-02-01T15:41:46.877-05:00Tortilla offers simple Sunday supperThere are culinary triumphs and there are dishes that look just good enough to eat. On a leisurely Sunday afternoon, success was enjoyed on both counts. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6cM4AupjC-9uGVLjboPaKuCmiejJYpmNJ3WzopotGUBNMExHKQiJMoiG1X3eX99KdiHJU7yB7kYRoal4L7jEj629VXlBbmVdA0tAMmhlo72DAK0nHhrL_F68be_iOwKvIb7tjUQp9kg9P/s1600-h/DSCN0204.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6cM4AupjC-9uGVLjboPaKuCmiejJYpmNJ3WzopotGUBNMExHKQiJMoiG1X3eX99KdiHJU7yB7kYRoal4L7jEj629VXlBbmVdA0tAMmhlo72DAK0nHhrL_F68be_iOwKvIb7tjUQp9kg9P/s320/DSCN0204.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433373034243561122" /></a><br />The recipe was a simple one, right out of the local paper. The potato and chorizo tortilla would be easy to make and magically transport the diners out of the southeast Michigan winter freezer into a Barcelona tapas bar.<br /><br />With the lubricating help of a Spanish Rioja, it did just that. Layers of Yukon gold potatoes, flavored by spicy chorizo sausage, onion and manchego cheese, baked together magnificently. The comforting warmth of oven and spice enveloped the house tighter than a wool blanket.<br /><br />It's been said you first eat with your eyes. With this dish, I preferred running to the second step.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561021963653388081.post-22932040892059742062010-01-27T17:16:00.003-05:002010-01-27T17:40:33.264-05:00Auto brilliance can tarnish in a flashToyota's recall and production stoppage over stuck accelerators has backed the venerable automaker into a corner of product quality and customer satisfaction issues. As horrible as it is, the immediate crisis will pass.<br /><br />The incident has brought fond memories of a business cycle game played here in the Motor City that I will call Genius, Idiot and Dunce.<br /><br />The players in this game are the local auto companies that used to be known as The Big Three: General Motors, Ford and Chrysler. In the 2010 version of this game, Ford is the Genius, GM is the Idiot, and Chrysler is the Dunce.<br /><br />Ford, it seems, cannot do any wrong. It didn't accept any government bailout money. Its CEO, Alan Mulally, is a bona fide rock star among industry pundits. Products are hitting the mark with consumers.<br /><br />GM has gone bankrupt. It has accepted federal money to salve a generation of management and economic missteps. But it has a solid product portfolio with more to come in the pipeline, a better labor agreement and a positive future vision.<br /><br />Chrysler is GM on steroids, except for product. It is now controlled by Italian automaker Fiat that is probably more interested it Chrysler's distribution network in the U.S. rather than company resuscitation.<br /><br />But history reveals a change of roles is always ahead. Chrysler was the Genius of the 1990s. GM carried the mail in the late 1970s and 1980s while Ford toiled in GM's shadow and Chrysler successfully shook off the shame of an earlier federal bailout.<br /><br />The lesson: Like the weather around here, wait for the business cycle to change in an instant. Don't ever count anyone down and out in a fickle, dynamic and rapidly changing auto industry.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561021963653388081.post-82997958555152398572010-01-22T15:25:00.002-05:002010-01-22T15:51:03.989-05:00Hockey player sticks to traditionFinding a Sher-Wood 5030SC Feather Light wood hockey stick here in the middle of Hockeytown has been as challenging as watching the Detroit Lions -- painful and aggravating.<br /><br />I admit it. I'm old school when it comes to hockey equipment, especially my stick. Wood has a special, tactile feel that's as comfortable as a pair of well-worn bedroom slippers. For me, composite models offer a snappier shot but make taking a pass an adventure like a football fumble.<br /><br />Local sport shops, however, have learned that selling a $150 composite stick is much more profitable than selling five $30 ones. Incredibly, kids are willing to fork over their allowance cash for a composite endorsed by Pavel Datsyuk or Sidney Crosby. (Goals, no doubt, optional at extra cost). The wood stick has become as uncommon as Conan O'Brien at NBC headquarters. <br /><br />After burning petrol all over town, I finally found a Sher-Wood source. Of course, it was on- line. Of course, I'll have to wait. But I am amazed that, in Michigan, I have to import these Canadian-made hockey sticks from California.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561021963653388081.post-10018483915477902562010-01-21T17:02:00.003-05:002010-01-21T17:22:38.470-05:00Big brother joins the familyI always thought my family knew me the best. But, in reality, it's really Amazon.com.<br /><br />My family has no idea how many contemporary jazz CDs, Napa Valley wine books, single-cup coffee makers and non-fiction business tomes I've bought and enjoyed over the last seven years. And they have no idea about the musicians, titles, and brands selected, and prices paid for each and every item. But the plucky Internet seller certainly does.<br /><br />The Amazon folks keep shooting me a regular stream of emails to tell me that, because I ordered this-or-that, I might be interested in purchasing a similar this-or-that. To satisfy my own curiosity, I can even punch up my complete order history...a nostalgic stroll down the memory lane of Internet commerce. <br /><br />I can't even remember what I bought for my brother's birthday or for my sister's Christmas present -- for 2009. The warmth of family and friends falls into the fog of commercial dementia. But my electronic department store is always open and ready with too much information. Maybe I'll invite them over for a byte to eat.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2