A reposting of my Father’s Day posting from 2014. As of 2015, now updated with a picture of my own father, Kenneth W. Saunders (thanks Mom for finding this and sending it in time!!). As separate post on him is still a work in progress . . .
A Thank You to All My Surrogate Dads (6/15/14)
Fathers matter. This may seem like such a basic, common sense statement to most people that the initial reaction on reading that is, “No shit. Thanks for the enlightenment!” But, in fact, for me this was something that took many years into adulthood to realize.
Somewhere, in a previous post or two, maybe here and here, I briefly mentioned that my parents divorced when I was very young. After that, I very rarely saw my own father up through the time of his death in 1989. For me, Father’s Day was always, at best, a meaningless day and at worst, a painful reminder of the void in my own life. Continue reading
Losing someone from your life is hard, whether the person is a family member, a close personal friend, or even someone you are not currently close with but whom you shared an important, personal connection at some point in the past.
I have lost people in sudden, unexpected ways (heart attacks, accidents, Sept 11) and through the long, painful process of terminal illness (cancer). Either way, the finality of death sucks. Continue reading
Not sure where this train of thought will take me, or how many posts it might require to get it out of my system, but anyway, here goes:
I can picture the conversation as if it happened yesterday. It was in Oliver’s office, one of the guys I worked with when I was based over in London.
“Can you believe this crap,” Oliver said as he tossed a magazine onto his desk. Continue reading
I woke up today, not really any differently than any day I can remember in the recent past. Thankful for all that I have been blessed with and thankful for another opportunity to cherish those blessings. Continue reading
When I played football in college, freshman played on a freshman-only team, separated from the varsity upper classmen (I discussed my college decision process here).
About a week before our first game, Don Dobes, the freshman head coach (yeah, the guy who unwittingly changed my name the first day on campus, as I described here), called me into his office. Continue reading
I was going through some old thumb drives today and found a post I had done right at the start of this blog – which explained the general theme of what I hoped to write about, at least occasionally. The timing of finding this post is kind of funny, and I’m sure not a coincidence, given my most recent post and subsequent comments that followed. So here it is again:
Every Day is a New Beginning
The state of your life when you woke up this morning is the sum total of EVERY decision you’ve made since your brain was developed enough to make decisions for itself. You were EXACTLY where you were supposed to be this morning, based on all those decisions. Continue reading
In early December of 2012, I was having a heated conversation with a business associate of mine, Joe, in a bar at the top of the Radisson Hotel in Oslo, Norway. The “heat” was no doubt fueled by several rounds of Marker’s Mark and Coke by that point in the evening. Continue reading
When I first started to write this blog a couple of years ago, I explained in detail (anyone who read it would probably say “painstaking detail”) how I came up with the name of this blog.
Unfortunately, as I have previously noted, everything from CTB 1.0 was lost last April. Some things I was able to recover, including a few of my favorites here and here. But not everything. Continue reading
“The hardest part,” I said to Carlos, “is the final push to go over the edge. If you have the balls to make that push, it’s a fun ride from there on.”
We were half up the tower to the top of the H2-Oh-No waterslide at Mountain Creek Waterpark in Vernon, NJ. I knew what was coming, and I knew I needed to get Carlos pumped up to overcome his fear if he was going to keep his promise. Continue reading
Short post today (but 2 video links!) – just trying to clear the clutter from my brain . . .
A few years ago, I texted a photo to a friend of mine. It was the view of the Wasatch Mountains from my office in downtown Salt Lake City. Continue reading