Posted On: January 4, 2009
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“Island time” works well for, well, not working. Not living off deadlines. Not getting anywhere by any particular time or worrying about much. But “island time” fails miserably when trying to catch ferries and make…
Posted On: December 27, 2008
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When on Sabbatical, expect many surprises—not always good. You can BreakAway. But you can’t run away from the Bad Thing. Moreover, you may unknowingly step out of the comfort zone and into the danger zone.…
Posted On: December 16, 2008
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Need I write more? Can’t. My fingers are too frozen.…
Posted On: December 13, 2008
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With just four days left until we depart, now is a good time to invoke one of the five five-word Sabbatical mantras,
Everything is right on schedule.
Brazen optimism? You betcha. Pollyanna poppycock? No doubt.…
Posted On: November 21, 2008
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You can’t make this stuff up. This really just happened to me.
Along with millions of others in our great nation, I’m having a little issue with the IRS. Without getting technical, the story goes…
Posted On: November 14, 2008
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These stats are ill enough to make you sick.
33 Estimated percentage of Americans who report their family has had problems paying medical bills in the past year.
47 Percentage of the public who report…
Posted On: November 13, 2008
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Keep your eyes on the prize.
But expect your vision to get foggy—with emotion. Maybe not crocodile tears, but certainly the lonely little tears of confusion, fear, and sheer Kierkegaardian angst.
In this BreakAway Kommittee’s…
Posted On: November 10, 2008
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Reality check time. Running away is NOT a good idea. Don’t try this at home. Wouldn’t be prudent. Bad idea. Just stay home.
Fit hit the shan all over the place this weekend. MLHSHD (major…
Posted On: October 2, 2008
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The soon-to-be southbound loons were crying before I even got outside today, long before sunrise.
Dew clung to the grass like millions of tears from the heart of the earth.
Geez, I hate to be…
