Saturday, 21 March 2009 00:00

Do You Have Any Quenepas?

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Quenepas are a tart fruit that grows in the tropics.  A few years back, I had the opportunity to take a business trip with my boss to Puerto Rico, in which we were on a fact finding trip to see if the island would be a viable market for our product.  Before leaving, however, one of her employees and friends, mentioned that he had lived on the island as a child and fondly remembered eating quenepas.  I'm not sure if he asked her to bring them back, but even if he didn't, I soon found out that he was going to get them anyways. 

Wednesday, 18 March 2009 00:00

Dressed Like A Clown

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Back in the sixties, before there were video games, IPods and personal computers, we had the outdoors to keep us busy.  Strange as it may seem, we looked forward to going outside - winter or summer.  It didn't make a difference.  We just wanted to be outside. At school, we had three recesses per day and once we got home and finished our chores, we went outside to play. Television for us was an after thought.  Besides, we only had three channels!  Yet nothing could beat summer break. We looked forward to it all year.

Monday, 05 January 2009 00:00

Above the Clouds!

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A few years ago I was flying out of Northwest Arkansas on an early morning flight.  I was suppose to have left the night before, but a rash of unexpected, violent storms grounded all flights for the evening so I was re-booked on the first flight out in the morning.  As I boarded my flight, the storms had moved on but showers remained behind, so as I took my seat on the plane, a constant stream of rain pelted the regional jet.  Sitting next to me was a teenage girl. She looked a little nervous. 

Sunday, 21 December 2008 00:00

A Cup of Coffee

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My mother was an early riser. Typically, by 5:00 in the morning she was up and about, having her first cup of coffee. I use to think that my mother was a coffee addict. Each morning, without fail, she would sit at the kitchen table and sip her coffee alone, staring pensively into space. I never thought much about it while growing up. I was a kid and finding meaning in such actions really were not at the top of my agenda. Of course, had I been in tune, I would have learned a lot from her early morning vigil.

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