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Appreciation

Appreciation

Winning the Lottery

Bam!  You just won the latest Powerball jackpot!  $200 million coming your way.  Congrats!  Now, what are you going to do with all that money? This is an age-old question, pondered by the young and old as they daydream of…

Appreciation

It’s a Wonderful Life

Strange, isn’t it?  Each person’s life touches so many other lives . –Clarence the Angel I rolled the dice on the ultimate family movie night this week.  And hit the jackpot! Growing up, the movie “It’s  a Wonderful Life” was…

Appreciation

Father Galvin and the Foxhole Award

Father Aloysius Galvin, S.J., a legendary Jesuit teacher and administrator at Georgetown Prep High School, passed away almost 11 years ago to the day.  A former boxer, Father Galvin had giant Popeye forearms, a towering frame and a booming voice. …

Appreciation

Miracle at Dulles Airport

For a ten year span in my career, I traveled by plane just about every week.  During that period, I employed a strategy designed to maximize my time OUTSIDE the airports.  Sometimes, that meant walking a (very!) thin line between making…

Appreciation

Let’s Go Over the Top!

There is a thin line between winning and losing.  Between mediocrity and greatness.  Between fulfillment and frustration.   We all teeter somewhere on that line.  What is going to put us over the top? A few weekends ago, I took an old-fashioned college road…

Appreciation

Snipe Hunting Covered In Bacon Grease

Traditions.  Rites of passage.  They keep us connected.  They complete the circle of life.  They sustain us in difficult times.  And sometimes, they leave us covered in bacon grease in the middle of a graveyard. Justin Palmer was one of my…

Appreciation Perspective

Long Live FlynnsFest!

A 7-hour round of golf.  10 players on the green at the same time.  Blistering heat coupled with torrential rain.  Sound like a scene from a golf horror movie?  Actually, it is the most glorious day of the year.  Great…

Appreciation

Little Branches in the Beaver Dam

Ever since I can remember, a family of beavers has created chaos on my parent’s farm up in New Hampshire. A creek runs through a rolling pasture and into the woods just south of our large stone farmhouse.  And just about every…

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