More Grandpa Davey Speaks
A Path with a Heart
A Stop at Willoughby
Can't Captue It
Invest in Yourself
Killing Me Softly
Leave it to Beaver
Lost in the Grand Canyon
Mind Over Temperature
Mother of all Storms
No Sense at All
Not Shadow People
Squirt Gets Run Over
The Cheapest Medicine
The Golden Calf
Ticket to Freedom
Two Types of Girls
Vaya Con Dios
Where's the Beef?
Worst Case Scenario
a teenager, I would enjoy this little exercise: When asked the time,
I would just blurt out the correct time. Next I would check my watch
to verify my accuracy.
As a young parent, I could hear Sweet Mom quizzing a kid on
schoolwork in another room. The
door was closed and their conversation was muted and inaudible. I
shouted, ďBoxer Rebellion!Ē Entering the room, I found that my
answer was correct. This may sound normal except that I could not
hear the question, nor did I at that time know what the Boxer
A customer once asked how many BTUís a gallon of diesel fuel
provided. I responded with the correct number. We looked it up and
the number was correct.
While skipping stones at the river, I mentioned to the kids that I
used to know the world record, but had since forgot. On the radio
the next day they announced the world record for stone skipping.
Looking down on the valley from the Lone
Pine cliffs, I pointed out the treatment plant. I stated that I
didnít know if it was for water or sewerage as it was located only
on Treatment Plant Rd. The headline story in the next dayís
newspaper was about upgrade work at the sewerage plant.
Many are believers in chance coincidence, but I tell you that an
answer comes because a question was asked. Itís as if the answer was
conceived simultaneously with the question, waiting only for the
moment to present itself. On countless occasions I have put this to
the test and have never been let down.
One could go through life in the flow, depending only on instinct
and gut feelings. With business this would be imprudent. We must
work hard and use reason. Well, Iíve done it both ways and will tell
you which I prefer.
When writing a job proposal, I start knowing what Iím going to bid
and what I am going to accomplish. Next I do spreadsheet, time
studies, contingency planning and visualize all the details of the
project. After all the work, the figures come out the same, as I
knew in the beginning.
The fun begins when the contract is awarded. Known to become very
intense, I focus on the job at hand. Pacing sixteen hours a day,
taking countless notes, and researching all aspects of the project,
I seek the
ultimate solution. Every avenue has to be explored to its
conclusion. Entertaining as this may be, it is nothing compared to
what occurs with the most daunting problems. The solutions come from
previously unexplored directions. A eureka moment, solutions come,
not because of, but in spite of the diligence of the problem solver,
once they allow them to manifest themselves. Invariably answers come
through serendipity once we learn, or remember to allow it to just
My heart pounds with excitement when I see a solution materialize.
Some have said that I like a challenge, but in fact, I am hooked on
a feeling. Every time I have received one of these gifts from
an unseen dimension, I feel what I have only been able to describe