Big Red Car here. Watched the political shows this morning and it seems like the media is a little clueless about something that is obvious to a 1966 Impala SuperSport convertible.
Want me to tell you what that is? Continue reading
Big Red Car here on a lazy Sunday morning. Up too late last night with the house sitter. Do not tell The Boss or my new paint job may be at risk.
The Boss says that what we think about, we talk about. You know where this is going, right?
What we talk about, we act upon. What we act upon defines our character and our lives are driven by our character.
Whew! Continue reading
Sometimes, you see something that is so well done, you have to share it. Here is a ad made by some German film students that has a subtle message for our times.
Look at it on expanded screen. Enjoy this.
Big Red Car here on the Tuesday before Thanksgiving. Happy Thanksgiving to all!
It is in the high 40’s here in the ATX as we write this morning but it’s going to be 70F and partly cloudy this afternoon. This is what winter is supposed to be like, y’all.
So The Boss has been talking to five specific CEOs who have all uttered the same words, “Things are going suspiciously well.”
What a problem to have. Continue reading
Bid Red Car here in the middling ATX with a high of 73F but cloudy. The Boss, meanwhile, is in the sunny and cool NYC feeding off the fat of the land. If the weather cooperates, me and the housesitter are headed out for a little drive through the Hill Country. Do not tell The Boss.
So, the blood from the horrific murders in Paris is not yet dry and already the world has begun to adjust and accept the outcomes.
The talk shows were alive with . . . . . nothing. The new norm — we do nothing and simply move beyond the horror as long as it doesn’t touch us directly. Continue reading
Big Red Car here. It’s a little gray in the ATX this afternoon but it’s a great time for all.
The Boss’ Perfect Daughter got married on Saturday. It was a grand thing!
The pictures are not yet out but there are a few leaks of My Perfect Daughter! Continue reading
Big Red Car here. Ahhh, a crisp, cool, sunny morning with the sun just peeking over the trees over toward the University of Texas. [I am parked west of the campus on the other side of Shoal Creek.]
Today, the subject is the issue of success.
There is nothing that threatens success like success. <<< Read that again. Say it again. Hmmm.
Listen, dear reader, while the Big Red Car tells you about what can go wrong with success. It is a subtle but very dangerous thing, y’all. Continue reading
Being born the son of Leonard C Minch (CSM, USA-Ret) has been the luckiest happenstance of my life. He was and is, simply, the best man I have ever met or known. His moral compass was welded at true north and his example of how to live, and die, was exceptional. He confronted life face to face, he mastered it, and he died on his own terms.
Last Thursday, at 6:20 AM, he drew his last breath. I am devastated and completely defeated for the first time in my life. I write these words between tears for my loss. I am very selfish that way. He would laugh at me and say, “I was 97” as if that would explain it all.
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