Wednesday, June 10th, 2009 | Author: Dusty

I know it’s been a while since I posted anything, but I’ve been incredibly busy. May was probably our busiest month in a long time.  Here are a couple of things that have happened since the last time I posted.

  • Iliana turned 4
  • We went to a couple of different family reunions
  • We found out that the upcoming addition to our family is going to be a girl
  • We named said addition to our family; Simona Juliette Kennedy
  • Amy and I celebrated our 11 year anniversary

That’s just all I could think of off the top of my head.

And in continuing the trend of “things my daughter said,” here’s a gem from earlier today:

During the summer, Wednesdays are swim days.  A friend of ours invites all of the moms and kids over to swim in their pool.  Today would have been the first of the season for Amy and Iliana.  Well, I got a text this morning around 9:30 that said this:

Well, no swimming…stupid rain.  Ili said, ‘maybe jesus didn’t know we were going swimming.’

Almost made me laugh and cry at the same time.

Also, I’ve added a new commenting section since, you know, I get tons of comments ;) .  It’s called Intense Debate that allows you to incorporate a lot of features.  To post a comment, you need to have an OpenID or an Intense Debate ID.  It looks pretty fun.  (I think I just put the nail in the coffin to any commenting on my blog).

Wednesday, April 15th, 2009 | Author: Dusty

Last night, Iliana and I were on our way back from dinner and a trip to Wal-Mart.  While we were at Wal-Mart, Iliana spotted a toy that she wanted.  It was a mermaid Dora.  She said that she really wanted it.  I told her that if she was good, then she might be able to get it for her birthday.  Well, she thought about it for most of the way home.

Well, we were almost to the house and something got her thinking about Christmas.  Then she said, “Maybe I can get the Dora mermaid for Christmas.”

So I said, “Well, your birthday comes before Christmas.  Maybe you can get it then.”

Then I decided to take this opportunity to include “baby sister.”

me:  Iliana, when the your baby sister is born, are you going to teach her about Christmas?

her:  Yeah.

me:  You are?  What is Christmas about?

her:  It’s about Jesus and love.

me:  That’s right, sweetie!  It’s about love and Jesus.  What is it about Jesus that Christmas is about?

her:  It’s Jesus’s birthday.

me:  That’s right, sweetie!  It’s Jesus’s birthday!  We celebrate the gift that God gave us in Jesus.

her:  Like Easter.

me:  Yeah, sweetie.  What does Easter mean?

her:  It means love.

me:  (Okay, I’m almost crying at this point.)  That’s right!  Easter is about love.  The love that Jesus had for us.

her:  That’s when Jesus died on the cross.

(Okay, I am crying at this point)

It’s amazing what they pick up on.

Tuesday, April 07th, 2009 | Author: Dusty

YodaYoda was wrong.  Yeah, I said it.  Don’t get me wrong; I still love the guy, but he was wrong.  In one of his more famous quotes he said, “Fear is the path to the dark side. Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to suffering.”  Implying that suffering is equivalent to the dark side.  I read something today that proves that he is not quite as all knowing as we would want to believe.

“And we rejoice in the hope of the glory of God. Not only so, but we also rejoice in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope. And hope does not disappoint us, because God has poured out his love into our hearts by the Holy Spirit, whom he has given us.”  -Romans 5: 2-5

So, suffering does not equal the dark side.  It leads to hope.  I think the Apostle Paul trumps Yoda.  Did Yoda ever meet Christ on the road to Damascus?  I think not.  Did Yoda, single-handedly ever carry and extend the banner of a religion to the world?  Well, maybe not single-handedly, but he helped promote Jedi-ism or whatever it’s called  (Are you a Jedi?).  But did Yoda ever die for his actions in preserving that religion?  No.  Yoda died like a chump in a hut in a swamp.  Paul loudly proclaimed the saving grace of Christ even as his executioners drew near.

Yoda may have had a really cool light saber, but Paul “put on the full armor of God.” – Advantage:  Paul

Yoda may have used the Force, but Paul was a force to be reckoned with.  You know, writing God’s Word and all. – Advantage:  Paul

Okay, they both had really cool robes.  – Advantage: tie

Yoda did nothing but sit up in that Jedi temple all day.  Yeah, he taught some classes.  But it was the equivalent of those easy Freshmen Seminar classes everyone has to take in college.  Paul was not only the greatest missionary in history, he also made tents to support his ministry. No way he was gonna sit up there and live off the backs of other.  – Advantage: Paul

Paul didn’t have a cushy desk job and tenure in the Jedi Academy.  He risked his life to spread the Gospel and be burdened with that thorn in his side.  What did Yoda have to do?  Hide out in a swamp hut on Degobah?  When he was getting too old to teach anymore?  Granted, it’s not where I would want to retire, but it was far from suffering.  – Advantage:  Paul

Also, let’s look at eloquence.  Granted, I certainly can’t stand in judgment, but Yoda couldn’t even piece together a complete thought without sounding like someone who just learned to speak English 5 minutes ago. “Ready are you? What know you of ready?”  “Never his mind on where he was.”  “Named must your fear be before banish it you can.”  But Paul…Paul has a great resume when it comes to eloquence.  You may have heard of it or read some of it.  It’s called the New Testament.  Of the 27 books in the New Testament, Paul wrote 13 of them. – Advantage:  Paul

Yeah, Yoda could perform the best Rope-a-Dope.  Suckering Sith in to a fight and whip out that amazing Jedi/Light saber Kung-Fu.  But Paul…Paul, he could….  Okay, Yoda wins that one. -Advantage:  Yoda

I’m sure there are more things that Paul totally dominated Yoda in.  Please leave a comment and let me know your arguments.  Pro-Yoda or Pro-Paul.  Doesn’t matter, just bring it.

(This is what happens when my men’s Bible study does the book of Romans.)

Monday, April 06th, 2009 | Author: Dusty

setting:  Iliana’s bedroom.  Putting lotion on after bath.

Iliana:  Daddy.

Me:  Yeah, sweetie.

Iliana:  (points to scratch on her knee)  My boo-boo is really red, but it’s getting better.

Me:  Really?  Well, good.

Iliana:  It’s because Jesus is healing it.  He’s God.  He can stand on the clouds but we can’t.  Only Mary Poppins and He can walk in the clouds.  But only her can when she has her umbrella.  Only when her umbrella is open.  We can’t walk on the clouds.

Me:  (scratching head and thinking) er…that’s right sweetie.  (okay.  I’m a little conflicted.  I’m super excited that my daughter knows that Jesus is God.  But I think I need to put in a little more time helping her distinguish between God and Disney.)

Kids…they say the funniest things.

Monday, April 06th, 2009 | Author: Dusty

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Tuesday, March 24th, 2009 | Author: Dusty

tiny-dancerEach day, I am amazed.  I am amazed that such a wonderful being can share the same genetic make up as me.  Seriously, my daughter is awesome!  I’m blown away by some of the stuff that she says and some of the things she does.

Just the other day, she woke up pretty early and went to ask her mother if she could watch Dora.  (That’s Dora the Explorer to all of you uninformed.)  Well, Amy’s pregancy this go around has been anything but pleasant.  So, Amy (while in bed trying to ease the nausea) says, “You know how to use the Xbox, you can watch whatever.  But, you’ll have to hook it up.”  She said this thinking that my 3 year old daughter would not be able to hook up the Xbox and resort to going to the play room and playing with puzzles and toys until mommy could kick the pukiness.  (Oh yeah, it’s a word.  Google it.)

Let me also explain a little about the Xbox in question.  You may be thinking, how can you watch Dora on the Xbox.  Well, I’m a tinker-er.  I like to experiment.  When my Xbox got so old that I didn’t really play it that much anymore, and it was way past warranty consideration, I modded it and put Xbox Media Center on it.  So, basically, anything I download can be streamed to my Xbox, making it awesome for storing and playing hours and hours of Dora, Deigo, Little Einsteins, (seriously, I could go on, but I won’t).  My wife has a hard time operating it sometimes.  Not that it’s complex, just that you have to know where to go once running it to pull the files you want.

Back to the other day.  So, Iliana leaves the bedroom and Amy thinks, “Okay, that should give me some time.”  Next thing Amy knows, she hears the TV on.  She goes in there and sees that my daughter, my pride and joy, has unhooked the Wii from the TV and plugged in the AV cables for the Xbox, turned on the TV and Xbox, and properly navigated to the Family Video section and was watching one of her favorite types of videos:  Iliana.  That’s right, my 3 year old daughter can do what a lot of adults can’t do; properly hook up a piece of Audio/Video equipment.  Am I proud?  Dang Skippy, I’m proud.  Am I over-reacting?  Probably, but let me see your kid figure out how to do that on his/her own.  My kid is a genius!  (Dear God, please don’t let this be the pinnacle of her success.)

And just last night, we were laying in bed during story time and she asked a pretty thought provoking question.  Iliana likes “Princess Joscelyn” stories for bedtime.  “Princess Joscelyn” stories are made up stories about a princess named Joscelyn (Iliana’s middle name) and all of her friends.  Her friends include some talking animals like a horse named “Trotter,” a frog named “Ribber,” and many more.  The stories must also  include the Disney Princesses and many other Disney characters.  Well, during last nights story, Princess Joscelyn and Mary Poppins went to Mickey Mouse Clubhouse (all her idea) to have a snack.  She asked who was there with Mickey and I said, “Minnie, Donald Duck, Daisy Duck, Goofy, and Pluto.”  Which are the usual list of suspects hanging out at Mickey’s crib.  And then she said, “Goofy and Pluto are both dogs, but Goofy can talk and Pluto can’t talk.  What’s up with that?”  Profound.  Seriously, what IS up with that?  Out of the mouth of babes.  Does Goofy symbolize the part of us that wants to be the life of the party?  The fun-loving, out-spoken person that doesn’t care what everyone else thinks but is free to be himself?  And does Pluto represent that inner struggle to be a “dog” like Goofy but lacks the confidence to “speak” on his behalf?  Always worried about what people think and so self conscious that he doesn’t “speak” for fear of being judged or rejected?  Granted, she didn’t actually verbalize the last part, but I know she was thinking it.  Three years old people…3…years…old.  Genius.

I know, I’m just an over-excited father that is completely in awe of his child and amazed at some of the things she does.  I know it sounds cliche, but it really does seem like yesterday that she was this little baby that had to depend on us for everything.  And I mean everything.  Now, she’s scaling the jungle gym, performing perfect cartwheels (yeah, that’s right.  Perfect.), and hooking up video game systems.  Time passes so fast.  Iliana, if you’re reading this years from now, know that I love you and I am inspired by you.  Thank you for being a wonderful daughter.

Monday, March 16th, 2009 | Author: Dusty

2009 Little Rock MarathonWhere do I begin?

Well, it turned out like I expected. No, I didn’t have my best half marathon time. I had my worst. 2:27:54 to be exact. Let me paint the picture for ya.

Saturday night

I didn’t want to get my stuff ready for the race. I eventually did, but it was a struggle. I checked the weather and it said that the temps for race time wouldn’t get past 46F. So, I decide to pin my bib number and “Half” designation on my long sleeve running shirt. I get everything else set up so that all I have to do is wake up and get dressed. I even had most of everything in my truck ready to go.

Sunday morning

Had to take nighttime medicine to help me sleep because I’m still sick. Woke up, showered and ate a bowl of oatmeal. Looked at the weather one last time. The current temperature in Little Rock was 49F. So much for not getting into the 50’s during the race. This gets me re-thinking my entire race wardrobe. (Not in a fashion sense, but in a functional sense.) Left the house around 6:10 am. Still not feeling it for this race. Got to Little Rock shortly after 7 am and got a parking spot. Got out of the truck and decide to ditch the pants and long sleeve shirt and run in shorts and a technical T-shirt. So much for putting my bib number and “Half” designation on my shirt last night. Also, I’ve been using Vick’s ointment for the past 2 days to try to get my cough under control. You know, the medicine that you rub on your chest. Well, before I leave my truck, I have slathered it on my upper lip, in my mustache, and anywhere else on my face I think might help.

I finally get everything situated and head to the starting line. Starting to feel kinda lonely. Don’t know anyone there. I started in corral “D,” which is where all of the casual runners start. Every once and a while, people turn around and do that “smell the air” thing like they are trying to determine the source of some weird smell. I think the Vick’s is so strong, it’s not only keeping my coughing under control, but helping the others around me. So to throw everyone else off, I start smelling the air and looking around, too, in a way that tells everyone, “Yeah, I smell it, too. What is that?” It worked.

Well the starting gun fires (I think. I was so far back I couldn’t hear it.) and we’re all off. You can tell the first timers. They’re all giddy and ready to run, run, run. I can always tell who they are because, mentally, I have them pinned to the ground and am punching them until they realize that this is going to be how they feel in about 2 hours. It’s cute really.

Fast forward about 1 hour and 20 minutes. I’m coming up on mile 8 and to my surprise, feel pretty good. I look at my watch and start to calculate the time and what it would take at my current pace to beat/tie last year’s time. At this point, I’m right at 10:30 minute mile pace. If I keep it up, I’ll beat my time. I start to day dream that my wife, daughter and some friends of mine were going to surprise me somewhere throughout the course to give me that extra pep I needed to finish strong. I start to think that I have a chance. Turns out, I was getting high on the Vick’s.

Then, I turn the corner and hit the 9 mile marker. It’s a steady uphill climb for about .75 miles. By the time I got to the top, speed walkers were passing me. Yeah, that’s right. My run wasn’t fast enough for people walking really fast. Talk about embarrassing. I finally level out around the 10 mile marker and realize that I now 1) can’t stop running and 2) have to run 10 minute miles to tie last year’s time. (It’s amazing how good I am at math when I’m running.) I also realize that the .75 uphill run depleted what energy I had in reserve. And considering that I was sick and started out with less energy in reserve, I don’t stand a chance.

By the time I get to mile marker 12, I look at my watch and realize that I have to run the last mile in 5 minutes to tie last year. It was at that point that I gave it up. I started walking for a few minutes. I was completely spent. I barely had enough energy to start running again when it turned into downhill. Finishing the last half mile took all I could muster. I kept looking around for a familiar face. None in sight. I crossed the finish line and heard the announcer say, “Great job, half marathoners! You managed to finish under 2 and a half hours!” For some reason, I wasn’t excited to have just finished “under 2 and a half hours.” When I race, I only race to compete against myself. There’s no way I’m going to win one of these races, so I race to beat my previous time. So, my races have 2 places: first and last. Oh crap. I just realized that I’ve just summed up my racing philosophy to resemble that of Ricky Bobby in Talladega Nights; “If you’re not first, you’re last!” Now I feel even worse.

So, I finished and got my medal. They also were handing out those mylar blankets. I almost passed them up. I was thinking, “Why would I want one of those? I’m hot.” Turns out, I’m glad I got one because I would have frozen on the long walk back to my truck. Or I should say, “the long limp back to my truck.”

I learned a lot yesterday.

  • Never run a race sick.
  • Train better.
  • Never let your mind psych you out of a race.
  • All of the above 3 combined to create the Perfect Storm of Sucky Running.

    Now I have to go train for my next race.

    *Sniff* *Sniff* Yeah, I know. What is that smell?

    Friday, March 13th, 2009 | Author: Dusty

    Yeah, if you’ve seen my Facebook status, you know I’m sick and I have a race coming up. And that I think this weather sucks. Tuesday afternoon, it was 81 degrees. Thursday afternoon, it was 31 degrees. Anyone else see the problem here.
    So, now I’m all congested and hacking up a lung and have to run in the Half Marathon Sunday. So, I’m either going to have the worst half marathon time or my best. The worst, well, because I feel like a big cold pile of poop. Not steaming hot, because that might be better than how I feel right now. Cold poop. The worst kind. The best because I might get out there and think, “Well, I’m here so let’s go ahead and get this over with so I can go home.” And run faster than I ever have. (By the way, as I wrote that last sentence, I nearly coughed up my other lung. Lovely.)
    The only silver lining is that when I tell people that it took me so long to finish that the walkers beat me to the finish line, I can say, “You know I was really sick and didn’t think I would be able to run. I almost died. Twice. I left part of my lungs on the course up around the Governor’s Mansion. What’s your excuse for being so slow?”
    Everyone knows that’s a lie. All of my friends are way faster than me. Now I have an excuse.
    Oh yeah. I went to the Little Rock Marathon Expo to pick up my packet today. I gotta admit, I was a little disappointed. Sure, it was organized a lot better this year than it was last year. There were no lines. The packet pickup/shirt pickup/chip check was as fast as I’ve ever seen one, but the vendors were very limited. Not a whole lot of swag either. When the largest displays are from Easy Runner and One More Mile, then there’s a problem attracting vendors. On the plus side, Bart Yasso was there promoting his book. If you’ve ever read Runner’s World, you’ve probably read something from Bart Yasso. Pretty neat.
    So, to all of my friends that are running the race on Sunday, I’ll be the guy coughing his way to the finish line.

    *cough* *cough* *hack*

    Whoops. Gotta go. My lungs just fell out.

    Saturday, February 21st, 2009 | Author: Dusty

    I would like all of my friends and family and anyone else that reads this to take a minute and say a prayer for a good friend of mine, Brandon Hall.  He is one of the most amazing and compassionate men I have ever had the honor to meet.  This week he was diagnosed with Stage 4b Lymphoma.  Good news is that the type of cancer has a 90% treatment rate.  But please click on the link below to read all about it and pray for my friend.
    Brandon

    Tuesday, February 10th, 2009 | Author: Dusty

    I used to have a boss that was quite a character.  He was an amazing guy; he just didn’t always make the right decisions.  You see, he was this up-and-coming young firecracker.  His name was Rick.  Everyone one at work loved him the moment he started.  He was hired in as a Supervisor, but was fast tracked to management.  He just had this, this, …. I dunno.  This air about him that exuded excellence and hope.  It didn’t matter what he did, all he had to do was open his mouth and he could disarm even the most hostile client.  We kept a lot of accounts because of him.  Great guy.

    Even though he had all of those amazing qualities, he was still lacking in some areas when it came to judgement.  Most of you know that I work with computers.  Well, most people work with computers, I guess.  But I work in software development and design.  Quite a stretch from the Theater degree that I got.  But that’s a different story.  Well, one day we got a virus on our system.  Don’t know how it got past our anti-virus software.  But like most viruses, it entered our system via someone’s email.  Luckily, we have an off site back-up that it didn’t affect.  Bad thing was that it hit everyone’s computer.  So, we were all out, at most, a day or 2 of work.  Our Kansas office was unaffected though.  I don’t know how, but they were okay.  Anyway, it was pretty chaotic when it went down.  Everyone at the office was freaking out.  Now you gotta understand, we had about 105 people in our office.  Our Kansas office is just a remote office that had about half of that.  So, everyone was running around like Chicken Little screaming that the sky was falling.

    The few of us that worked in the Software/IT division knew it was going to be okay.  We knew the procedures for when something like this happened.  Basically, we would have to push the reset button; format all the hard drives and restore from the offsite backup.  Well, here comes Rick to the rescue.  He gathered everyone into the conference rooms (we had some big rooms).  We got the Kansas office on the phone and he told us not to worry and that everything was under control.  We were all given the rest of the day off since no one could work anyway.  That really made a lot of people happy.  At first they were scared, but now they were pretty psyched that they were getting the rest of the day off…with pay.  So, we all went home and enjoyed our day off.

    Nothing could compare us for the next day.  I got to work earlier than most, because I had a pretty long commute.  So, getting there early lets me leave early so that I can spend more time with the family, but I digress.  Anyway, as soon as I got to my desk, I noticed that my PC was gone.  No big deal, I thought.  IT was probably still working on it.  So, I took a stroll through the office and noticed that all of the computers were gone.  I thought it was pretty weird that IT would still have all the PCs.  Once everyone got to work that day, it looked like a scene from Night of the Living Dead; people aimlessly wandering around the office.  They even had that “I haven’t had coffee yet” look on their face that made them actually look like zombies.  Anyway, once everyone rolled in (and were properly medicated with their daily dose of caffeine) we were called into the conference room again.  Rick was there to meet us with that perfect face of his and that solid stance that seemed to say, “I did it again.  I saved us.”  He proceeded to tell us that since all of the computers were infected they decided to throw all of them in the dumpster.

    *tick*tock*tick*tock*

    At first, a few people just chuckled.  And then we realized he was serious.  Now it really was like Night of the Living Dead.  The horror of the situation spread throughout the ranks.  Still, some people thought it was cool, because since we didn’t have computers, we would more than likely get another paid day off.  But Rick stepped up and said, “It’s okay.  We are purchasing new computers for everyone.  Since the old ones were infected, we decided the only option was to buy new ones.”

    Everyone was quiet.  Then one of the guys from IT spoke up.  “Uh, Rick.  We could’ve just formatted all of the hard drives and then restored from the backup.  Why buy all new computers?  This is going to cost us a lot of money.”  Okay, you gotta understand, that up to this guys question, a majority of our company thought this was a good idea.  They didn’t know that much about computers, so they thought that was what you did when your computer was infected.  But when IT spoke up, it turned a few heads.  I was sitting in the back of the conference room with my jaw on the floor.  I was waiting for Rick to say April Fool’s or something like that.  But he was serious.  He also didn’t take too kindly to being questioned about his decision.  He stated that something had to be done.  We couldn’t sit around and not do anything, so he acted.  He said that doing nothing was not an option from his perspective.

    IT spoke up again, “Uh, okay, Rick.  I don’t really agree with that approach.  Essentially, reformatting the hard drives is pressing the reset button.  We’re down for a couple of days, but after restoring the backup, we’re back on our feet in no time.  Your “solution” is going to take weeks, if not months, before we are able to recover from this incident.  Also, if you threw away all of the PCs, where are the printers and monitors?”

    Rick didn’t miss a beat, “Well, you can disagree all you want, but we need everyone to be team players here.  We have to do what’s best for the company right now.  It may take us longer to see the results, but we have to act or our company is going to suffer.  Oh, and I threw out all of the printers and monitors with the PCs.  I figured that since we had to spend the money on new computers, it seemed like a good time to upgrade to the flat panel monitors and laser printers.”

    I thought the IT department was going to demonstrate spontaneous combustion.  You could tell they were livid.  I’m still thinking this is a joke.  I mean, c’mon, who throws away perfectly usable equipment to spend a ton of money on something that is not necessary at the moment.  To top it all off, our company had been struggling, so this is not what it needed.

    Then Rick stood up and put on his best smile.  The sunlight was beaming through the window at just the right angle, bouncing off of the whiteboard behind him to make it look like he was glowing.  At that moment, he said, “The plan is not perfect.  No plan is. I can’t tell you for sure that everything in this plan will work exactly as we hope, but I can tell you with complete confidence that a failure to act will only deepen this crisis as well as the pain felt by all of us.  At this particular moment, with the company so weakened by this incident, the management team is the only entity left with the resources to jolt our company back to life.”  And all of the zombies were nodding their heads in agreement.  I wanted to jump up and shout, “What the hell are you talking about?  I feel like Will Ferrell in Zoolander.  Doesn’t anybody notice this? I feel like I’m taking crazy pills!”  But I didn’t.

    And just when we thought it couldn’t get any more insane, Rick told us that the new computers wouldn’t be sent here.  They were going to our Kansas office.  Now even some of the zombies were confused.  Rick said that the new PCs (and monitors and printers) would go to Kansas and that their old ones would be sent to us.  Once again, blank stares from the audience.  Someone, I don’t know who at this point, asked how that was going to benefit us.  He said that the IT department would be moved to Kansas during the transition to configure all of the new computers.  And that since the Kansas computers were already configured, they would bring them back to our office and set them up so that we could get back to work.  This would all take a few weeks, maybe months to get underway.  There would be a lot of time dedicated to the planning of the move and a lot of logistics that would occur.  The company would have to hire a few logistics experts to do all of the planning.

    Meanwhile, our office would have to close temporarily, since we didn’t have the computers we needed to work.  Someone, reluctantly, asked the question if we would get paid.  Rick put on his best concerned face and said that the company didn’t have the resources to cover the paid time off.  He encouraged everyone to sign up for unemployment during the transition.

    Luckily, I was attached to the IT department, simply because my company didn’t really understand how to categorize me.  They kept us on so that we could coordinate with the PC manufacturer.  So, after the 6 week planning phase that was conducted by a (rather expensive) consulting company, we shipped off to Kansas.  Once we got there, we were able to get the Kansas PCs sent back to the home office pretty quick.  And it took us about a week and a half to get all of the new PCs up and running.  I really wasn’t a lot of help, but it was better than being temporarily laid off.

    As soon as we got back from Kansas, I started looking for a new job.  No matter how impressive Rick was, I had lost all confidence in his ability to make the right decisions.  Sure, he was a great guy, but he wasn’t cut out to make the big decisions.  I’ve since left that company and have found another job.  Last I heard, my old company was filing for bankruptcy.  Rick had also moved on to manage an even bigger company.  I saw a picture of him in the paper the other day.  He still has that same smile and that glow about him that says, “I have everything under control.”

    Oh, yeah…here’s his picture.