Annie and I love Barnes and Noble. We are almost becoming regulars. There is a guy that we have decided to call “Scott” that we see at our Barnes and Noble every single time we’re there. “Scott” drives a 1993 two door Honda civic and lives in Richardson and manages a small IT team at a local corporation where he’s worked for 11 years, but he really loves books about Russia and anything there, or at least that is the story that we’ve made up about him. Annie and I have a routine. We walk in together, split up to find out reading of choice, and reunite in the cafe (which serves Starbucks coffee) at the corner table by the window. I usually bring three books from the business section and a magazine that has an article that caught my eye. Annie usually has five or six magazines and a travel book about one of her favorite destinations (and there are quite a few, so I never know which one it is going to be.) Most of the time after about the third paragraph I realize that my reading experience will be aided by caffeine. When I get back with some variety of coffee I tend to be more successful at putting on my ‘thinking cap.’ After Annie has finished her magazines and I’ve jotted some notes on a napkin, we put our books back and head out. We don’t buy anything usually, except my coffee. But we leave with a little more insight into our world and an excitement that there is a lot more to learn next time we go to Barnes and Noble to shop lift knowledge.Tweet
I was early for my 8am handball class at the Texas A&M Student Rec Center. I was talking with my classmates about the back hand technique Coach had taught us the last week. It was 8:10 when Coach finally came down, we all kinda of hoped he wouldn’t so we could go back to bed. “Sorry I was late, something blew up in New York City and it is all over the news. Oh well, were still having class. Whatever it is, it will be a made for TV movie by Christmas….Alright, onto that back handed serve we were working on…” That was how I first heard about what was happening in New York City six years ago today.
After class I walked through the lounge at the gym and every single TV was tuned to a news station showing smoke coming out of one of the World Trade Centers. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, was that really going on? Just as I set my bag down and grabbed a chair close to the big screen TV the second plane flew into the second tower. I watched it happen. I’ve never felt so helpless.
I watched as the towers burned and as every TV personality fought for words to say. I watched as the students around me made phone calls and checked in with their families and with people they knew in New York. I spent the rest of the day walking from one TV to another watching what would become the “where were you when…” conversation starter of my generation the way the Kennedy’s assassination had been for my parents.
Six years later, the images that are no longer shown on TV are still etched in my mind and in my heart. The enemies that attacked us that day are still at large and our country’s resolve to bring them to justice has waned as the hardships of doing the right thing have become more forward in our minds than the atrocities that happened that day.
“I am proud to be an American where at least I know I’m free.”
“Where were you when the world stopped turning on that September day?”
I played Texas Hold ‘Em with some SMU MBA students tonight. They might have learned more by downloading Kenny Roger’s “The Gambler” off of itunes than by enrolling this semester.
“You got to know when to hold em, know when to fold em,
Know when to walk away and know when to run.
You never count your money when youre sittin at the table.
Therell be time enough for countin when the dealins done.”
Reading people right the first time is an art. It is a skill that is worth perfecting no matter what line of work you are in.
If you want more info on how you can develop this skill set quickly and accurately email me: email@example.comTweet
“Despite storied traditions, terrific track records of success, and high hopes going into this year, both Republican Presidential hopeful Senator John McCain and the University of Michigan football team aren’t getting the kind of results they had hoped…. “