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…
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…
At the branch of Regions Bank on Mallory Lane, where I do much of my banking, there was a new teller who helped me last week. As I finished my transaction, he ended our conversation with “Have a blessed day.” Not the usual ending to my trips to Regions Bank. The following morning, as I paid my check…