Tag: memoir
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Yes, You Can Be Friends
Don’t Be A Soulless Weasel. Someone I follow on LinkedIn, a “career expert” with a lot of followers threw this out. I never found myself disagreeing with her before. But this time she lost me. She was adamant: “Managers cannot be friends with subordinates.” There are other prohibitions that so-called wise people like to throw […]
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The Restaurant Around The Corner
The wind off the Danube was biting and ancient. It tore downriver, curled around the Parliament and whipped past portraits of battles and kings in Buda Castle before doing a crack the whip through the Chain Bridge. The same way it had for years and decades and centuries and millennia. At home, we’d all be […]
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What You’re Missing
You know what you’re gaining. A little more time at home, time with your family or your dog or your lover. Precious things. But those are all inward facing, insular. You have more time to hang out with your friends, the ones you chose. The ones you’re comfortable with. But those are not the people […]
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Disconnected
It hangs in my memory, isolated. I can’t reminisce because there is no one else that would remember it. It’s weird, such an impactful experience. I remember the hot sweaty dance club, our senses heightened by days off the grid. I remember the cold mountain air at night. I remember the night before we started […]
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Against the Ropes
A pool of light ahead, spilling onto the road from a barn light or a closed gas station. The inside of the car is bright for an instant, then dark; except for the muted glow of the gauges. Your thoughts return. They are never good thoughts. Being alone with your thoughts is like being alone […]
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Thanks A Lot
The cop came into the house without knocking. Not because we were having a wild party, (though he thought we might be). No, he came in because our cars were parked all over the neighborhood, in the snow covered streets blocking residents from getting to their homes. Reasonable enough. The second thing he saw when […]
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“I Swear To God I’ll Behave”
My new seat mate raised her hand like scout’s honor. And with that, she plopped down next to me in the first row of First Class. She had just strode onto the airplane, large and in charge and demanded a drink. When she was told we were getting ready to push back and she’d have […]
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The Mountain
I’m not sure if I can really describe the feeling, but apparently, describing things is my thing. The first instinct you have after exiting the lift is to turn and look at the view. There are times when it is trees and that is all you can see, or a valley floor, or sometime it […]
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Together Again
5500 people at this conference tells me that people want to be together again. The rooms are packed, the hallways are packed and the dining areas are packed. Masking has become a non-issue…some do some don’t, everyone does what makes them feel comfortable. In hallways where we’re packed like sardines or the room is crazy […]
Glenn Keller 