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The woods behind my childhood home

There’s a certain smell like dried cardboard or wet leaves.  There’s a sound like crunching twigs and sticks.  The wind rustling past the sleeping branches and newish buds.  The distant woodpecker and the closer chirping squirrel.  These are the sounds … Continue reading

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The next project – finish THE VISION

You’ve seen chapter one.  Now you will see the rest of the chapters.  Here’s the thought: write the book.  Then build a career from the concepts conveyed by the book.  Inspire and teach people to be leaders. That’s my next … Continue reading

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What matters to Ron and Tim

Listen to Ron and Tim’s conversation. I made up the names because I don’t know their names. RON and TIM were sitting behind me and I never got a look at them either. So I’m also making up that they … Continue reading

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Book of Pants Jokes Volume 1: Ten Jokes about Pants

Out of the blue today at lunch I announced my love of the word pants.  The word just sounds funny, doesn’t it?  Then it happened. Heather said I should write a Book of Pants Jokes.  I like that book title. … Continue reading

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Ragbrai Transcends

There’s another memorable moment I forgot to list here.  Just as well.  It takes more than an entry on a list to describe a Ragbrai moment like this one. The moment came late one night shortly after a group of … Continue reading

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Wading into politics: stevevinsoncare

1,407 days ago, I was asked a good question. If I agree our health care system is broken, but I don’t believe Obamacare should become law, then what would my plan be? 1,407 days later, Obamacare is law. And I … Continue reading

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Greg Bly will climb Butters Hill again

A bee stung Greg Bly in his neck as he walked up Butters Hill. He didn’t exactly hate walking up Butters Hill but he didn’t love it either. Oh, sometimes it was fantastic. When Sandy was with him. And when … Continue reading

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