Some years back, I wrote extensively on the expansion of coffee. Yes, that wonderful brew that we started to drink to show our resistance to the tea that King George III was mandating that Americans buy and drink tea. I guess we showed him, when colonists, cleverly disguised as Native Americans, tossed teabag after teabag into what we hear in New England call “Boston Hahbah”. Since then, we’ve been a nation of proud, devoted coffee drinkers.
Continue reading “Coffee In Crisis”Month: September 2025
Rebuilding my “brand”
We hear so much, particularly in the business world about “branding”. That for which one is known and, presumably respected. That upon which one’s reputation and standing are built, giving one’s life meaning and definition. So, as I renewed my website experience for another year so as to dispense invaluable wisdom and insight, this seems to be an appropriate time to see what my “brand” really is.
Continue reading “Rebuilding my “brand””It’s time to say goodbye . . . . .
It’s that time of year once again. A nostalgia, a sense of melancholy. Remembrances of past glory. Yes, it’s time to start letting our summer plants, our garden experiments, the joyful blooms of the season, go – like rolling the credits at the end of a movie. It’s time to let the greenery turn brown and drop off. To clip off the dead stalks. To wait silently for the leaves to change color, which they will inevitably. And then they too will morph from bright colors to coppery browns before they’ll drop and become . . . . well, mulch.
Continue reading “It’s time to say goodbye . . . . .”Dead Bodies Everywhere
Yes, now that I have your attention, I didn’t mean to mislead that I was writing about a natural disaster. Perhaps I should be, but it’s about those actors whose role is, well, to play a dead body at the beginning of a movie or television show. When the detectives are called in, there is the body – lying in a pool of blood in the kitchen, or sitting in an armchair in the living room, a large knife sticking out of his or her chest. Someone slumped over a steering wheel, riddled with bullet holes. Even the award-winning movie, “Conclave”, opens with the deceased pope lying in his bed in the Apostolic palace. Natural causes, of course, but still . . . . . an actor whose contributions to the film won’t be nominated for an Oscar.
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