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THE MANAGEMENT COUNCIL
Once the merger is announced, I’ll resign and ask them to do the same. They won’t suspect the truth.
The Cold Case
This situation is called a Gordian knot. It’s a devilish problem with no clear solution. You can’t untie a Gordian knot. You have to cut right through it.
The Donor
If I’m dead, how am I talking and to whom?
The Insurance Man
Before The Eulogies, A Word From The Deceased
Good morning and welcome to my funeral. Or should I say good afternoon?
Miss Emma
If he didn’t know better, he could have imagined himself a prisoner in his own car.
The Wooden Door (3)
Martha took Lamar’s hand. “This gang warfare is senseless. It will get you nowhere,” she said. Then she took Paulie’s hand. “Don’t you understand that if you beat Lamar and his boys, there will always be someone else waiting to take you on. The battle will never end.”
The Wooden Door (2)
“Hanging out with your buddies on the street. Beating up strangers so often that the cops at the station know me by name. Stealing. What are you doing with your life?” His Mom slumped down on his bed and put her head in her hands.
The Wooden Door (1)
The old wooden door was a sentry protecting those inside.
Reflections After The Game
Can sports be a source for teaching acceptance, patience, understanding?
The First Time
“Let’s just say, doing it for the first time on the soft sand with music playing, the sound of the waves in the background and the helping hand of wine and smokes, made for an evening I’ll never forget.”
Evolution?
“I’m not happy with you two. You guys missed the target altogether! What you put together will soon destroy itself and now we have to start all over someplace else.”
The Shabbos Goy
I was a Shabbos goy.
A Jewish Shabbos goy.
The Beginning?
How did we get here? Was it a Supreme Being or an intelligence which created the universe with all of its rules?
Maybe both?
Keeping The Faith—Part 2
The massive Gothic structure appeared behind the trees as they drove up the quarter mile private roadway. Five stories tall and taking up half of the three acre property just south of the park, the mansion was an imposing sight.
Keeping The Faith
Blind adherence to tradition does not help one make new friends. Faith in the goodness of people may stem that tide.
The First Call
The ringing of the phone reverberated throughout the office. You can tell who’s calling by the ring, whether it’s a good call or one which foretells disaster. The phone knows. Its voice sends you a message. You have to be smart enough, open enough, to understand its language.
The Racetrack
At the race tracks, my job was pretty simple, but potentially dangerous. A flat-bed truck delivered large heating and air-conditioning units to the site. A crane with a large boom was brought in, a big hook attached. The hook had to be put in the eye bolt which was fastened to the top of the unit.
The Bottle Washer
As a young hospital administrator at Rush Medical Center, one of the things I was encouraged to do is to make rounds on the various patient care units and support areas. These visits helped me build and reinforce relationships with the medical and nursing staff and drop in on some of the recently hospitalized patients.
The Partnership
9:30 am. It was already 95 degrees with a 1000% humidity. And it was only mid-June.
When I moved to St. Louis from Chicago in 1990 to take my first CEO job at The Jewish Hospital of St. Louis, I traded a lousy winter for an unbearable summer. 3 dress shirts a day to go with my suit. One more when I had an evening function to attend.