OMG, I know him!

Congratulations! You’ve arrived at the obligatory disclaimer page! (Please read and commit to memory.)

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Let’s suppose you’ve found your way to my blog and right now you’re having a serious OMG moment for one or more of the following reasons: You know me, you happen to be family, you recognize my name, you’re an employer or associate, etc. What should you do? Here’s what I suggest: First you should chill. Then after doing that, you should read on.

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When I was much younger and my father was still alive, my mother used to gripe about the fact that dad would hop into his old pickup truck and head to town once a week or so to sit at the local restaurant for a few hours, drink buckets of coffee, and tell the old men there (or whoever else would listen) all of our family business. I suppose that if mom ever happened on my blog, she could probably make a case for it being a high-tech version of exactly the same thing: sharing too much information. Perhaps she’d be right . . . if so, I now understand why dad enjoyed his time at the restaurant so much!

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The responsibility/liability for this work is mine alone. The thoughts, views, opinions, etc., that are expressed in this blog are mine, all mine, and I do not portray them to be that of anyone else. This blog is an “after-hours” project of mine that has nothing at all to do with my employers or the positions I hold with them. It has absolutely nothing to do with any of the various associations I belong to, nor is it intended to reflect in-any-way-shape-or-form on the folks I serve as part of any paid employment. This work is simply a renewal activity that I engage in: A telling of my story, my way, done in a time and fashion of my own choosing. It’s something that makes me feel better about life.

If you’re an employer of mine, I promise that you won’t find anything here that would give you cause to fire me. Rest assured that I have no plans to mention any current employer by name. And although I’m very proud of the things I do for a living, I will likely only speak of them in generalities, and then only from time to time. The same thing applies to the various work-related associations I belong to: you will find nothing here that will make you want to purge me from your ranks.

Now . . . if you happen to be family, you should consider yourself fair game. All bets are off: family will absolutely be mentioned in this blog. (Please be aware that I’m saying this with a smile on my face!)

With all that said, this work, my blog, shouldn’t be taken to be anything more than what it is: My chance to head to the town restaurant—like my father used to—sit and drink buckets of coffee, and tell whatever stories I wish to the old men there (or whoever else will listen). This is simply my chance to take the 15 minutes that I have coming to me and use the time to tell folks my story, my way.