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Skip Burke
Spring. 1958. It was a bit cool, and a misty fog had settled over the driveway when my Pop hurriedly hitched the trailer pulling his 16 foot Aluminum boat to his 57 Chevy. We were rushing a bit because it was later than we would normally leave on a Saturday morning to go fishing on Old Hickory Lake. We reached…
I was a new HR Manager for Frito-Lay in 1977 when I took the flight to Miami for a three day introduction to the Miami/Ft. Lauderdale sales region. Jerry Cavitt, the Division Sales Manager, met me for lunch at the Airport Holiday Inn where I was staying. The lunch was a really good start to my work in…
It was a nice, warm, early evening in February 1978 when I touched down at the Tampa Airport, got my rental car, drove out to Clearwater Beach and checked into The Hilton Resort. Although this twenty-eight-year-old, up and coming HR Manager needed to prepare for the following morning when I would conduct training for two of…
I was having lunch earlier this year with Steve Robinson, a new friend who was head of FCA in the Nashville area for 40 years or so, and he asked me to share with him my Faith Story. I did. Then he asked me if I had shared it with my grandchildren. I told him I had not. “Why not…
I’m actually a pretty emotional guy…inside. Outward expression…not so much. Maybe that’s why I have never been a big fan of what some might call 7-11 praise and worship songs in church. You know, those songs that have about seven words that are sung repeatedly about eleven times. They have always seemed to me to…