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Things you learn by the time you're 40

The New York Times ran an article entitled "Things you learn by the time you're 40". Here's an excerpt with (my comments):

1. There are no grown ups

I find great satisfaction knowing this. It has helped me throughout my career.  Everybody is just trying to figure it out. Some do it more confidently. (Managing staff is very similar to managing the 6th graders I taught years ago. Okay ... I admit it ... I watch cartoons now and then and ... yes ... I keep a binkie in my desk at work. So? Wanna make something of it?)

2. Just say "no".

Not drugs ... lunch. Never suggest lunch with people you don't want to go to lunch with. Surprise! They probably won't be disappointed. (But ... the guy who wrote this is obviously not married. I said no to Debbie in 1998 I think. She still holds that against me.)

3. You find your tribe.

No longer caring about being with the cool people, you are much happier with your people. (Since my people grew up in New Orleans and a…

Breakfast? Don't Count On It

Went to Village Inn this morning for breakfast.

If you haven't gone to VI lately, you might not recognize it. The tacky orange is gone, there's a clean modern look to the interiors and the booths have been replaced by "pods" without the separators. We sat in one of the pods and noticed it was more comfortable but we clearly heard every conversation within 20 yards. Funny, the servers seemed to take orders much louder than usual. Clearly, I miss the booths.

Debbie offered to pay the check ... she had cash! Rare as this was, I quickly accepted.

She went up to the register and seemed to take forever. I followed her up there thinking maybe she didn't have enough cash after all. I was wrong. The girl at the register was having a terrible time for some reason.

Finally she called another server over to help. "I can't make change." She said. "Help me will you?"

The other server reached in the cash drawer and counted out the $3.34 change owed to …

"Dad, I Think They Used My Bar Mitzvah Picture"

Been an interesting week.

After Sammy died, the Times did a story about me. It was a pretty big story in the business section about the USF fundraising efforts and my successes since we started the USF Unstoppable Campaign.

There is an irony here. Sammy used to read all the news about USF and asked me every time: "Why aren't you in the story? Where is your picture?" He used to tell all his buddies that I was some big shot at USF and wanted to prove it. I always told him that I was not the guy who gets stories done about himself. I help get press for OTHERS. It figures ... as soon as he's gone, someone decided to do a story about me.

Well, I told him about the story this weekend when I picked up his urn at the funeral home. He seemed okay with that. I read it to him.

I also picked up my Mom. She was right next to him in a matching (but different color) urn. After my Mom died, Sammy wasn't sure what he wanted to do with Mom's remains. So for the last 5 years w…