Cape May Journal
Monday, July 16 I’m up early watching the fog burn off. Two pelicans circle, unusual visitors here. The dolphins are active already. The birds no doubt figure that if there are dolphins congregating, there are fish. Whale and dolphin-watching boats soon arrive
Observations of My Mentor
Famous lines from the lovely Maria: 1. To a woman flirting with me at a convention, while Maria was standing next to me: “Save your breath, Alan prefers women with less facial hair than he has.” 2. To a woman protesting my
Cape May Journal
Sunday July 15, 2007 Maria was wondering if we’d see the dolphins which hang around off the shore, since we’re a mile farther south than prior years. “Do you think they look up, spot Decatur Avenue, and say, ‘Oh, oh, time
Cape May Journal
Saturday, July 14 Like great white herons migrating to ancestral homes in Patagonia, Maria and I are making our annual pilgrimage to the Jersey Shore (other states have beaches, Jersey has a shore). The Bentley easily breaks our prior record through
Poolside
I have a huge robot that cleans our 75,000-square-foot outdoor pool. It is so sophisticated that it memorizes its path, works for six hours at a time, climbs the walls to scrub up to deck level, and can shoot down
Fernando (And Why Being Is Not Becoming)
I’m at the National Speakers Association convention in San Diego. After arriving four hours late last night, I decided I’d better be there this morning for the opening general session. As the lights dimmed, we were greeted by a woman who
The Anti-Consultant
One day I’m sitting in a large manufacturing organization—Fortune 100—waiting to see a colleague about some work we’re doing for a non-profit board. I was sitting in an area of open cubicles, where you could readily see what was going
The Sorry State of the Airlines
I’m flying to San Diego, first class, on USAir. Except it’s not USAir, it’s a United airplane, because they are “code sharing.” That means that two airlines are working to fill one plane to the brim, which they have. (It
Wildlife
Our pond here is about two acres, fed by a small river, with an outlet over a waterfall that leads to the bay a half-mile away. Today, alone, aside from the usual geese and ducks, we had a double-breasted cormorant,
Alan Coaches Miss Rhode Island
Some of you may recall that, among my diversified coaching work, I’ve coached Miss America and Miss Rhode Island candidates in interviewing, the most important part of the scoring system. I’m pleased to report that one of them, Ashley Bickford,