I am in Minneapolis. I have been brought here by a particular storage vendor who wants some opinions on the “life sciences market.” For this, we are having breakfast in the morning and perhaps a couple of meetings. This afternoon, I arrived on an airplane.…
Reading a phenomenal book, titled Every Man Dies Alone. It’s historical fiction about the German (internal) resistance to the Nazis during world war 2. Apparently the author survived those times – wrote the book in a frantic 25 days – and then killed himself. It…
With the somewhat overhyped passage of hurricane Earl (AKA rev_e), the lawn got some much needed rain – but things are otherwise stable. The rain knocked some fraction of the pollon out of the air for a few brief hours, which is very nice. As…
I am exhausted, but satisfied. Been running around like the proverbial decapitated chicken for the last several days. It started with the 16 hour drive from Boston to Michigan – we decided not to risk the border crossing with a trailer full of boxes. That…
I am in the middle of a truly marvelous adventure. Let me show you it. My dad lives in Virginia. He is moving to Western Michigan. He had planned to load a trailer with stuff and make a run up the East coast to deliver…
I’m sitting on a patio in Indianapolis, beginning the digestive process on a decent portabella sandwich. A beer has been delivered to the table – it could be the second of the evening – and it rests beside my laptop. I’m the guy at the…
Woke up this morning in our tiny cabin over looking the Pacific. Seriously. We’re on a bluff that backs onto the ocean. We watched the sun go down into the ocean last night, and then got up from the rocking chairs and went in to…
Hello from vacation. There’s too much to fit in – so I’m just going to hit the high points and backfill later. Woke up this morning in Ashland, OR. It’s a funky – funky little hippie commune of a town. I woke up there because…
I spent last Sunday in Detroit. Now when I say “in Detroit,” I don’t mean “chillin’ with my rich friends in Ann Arbor,” nor do I even mean “hey, I’m from Bloomfield Hills!” I mean my grandfather’s house in Highland Park. Next to Palmer Park.…
Yesterday was a good day. I made a conscious decision to steal the entire day for myself. Seriously. A whole day. Rose from my slumbers (surprisingly early) and tootled over to Zingerman’s deli. Got the salmon on a bagel, and a big glass of coffee.…