“I am still learning.” (Michelangelo)

The older I get the more I think about what little time I have left and all the experiences I still need to try out. I guess some people call that a bucket list but I’m not sure why. In my case, that list is populated with chores I still need to get done, not fun adventures. These last few months have been pretty exciting but not necessarily by choice. My daughter got married, I was an innocent bystander in a drive-by shooting, an autistic teenage boy nearly broke my arm while driving down the interstate and I had to tackle a five-year old before he could run out in the street, but the highlight of the fall of 2014 was learning to paint.

When I read this quote, I was inspired. I should have read the rest of Michelangelo’s  biography. I think all the paint fumes must have gotten to him. For me, painting is a once-in-a-lifetime experience. I will never undertake that job again and I will never complain about how expensive it is to hire a good painter. They are worth every penny.

Here’s the story of how I came to that conclusion.

After paying for my daughter’s wedding last summer, there wasn’t much left over in the family budget for some much-needed repairs to the house, new paint being at the top of the list. So my natural response to things I know nothing about is, “I can do that. It’s just four sides and 10 gallons of paint. How hard can it be?” Guess what I learned, it’s really, really hard. Now I know why it took Michelangelo sixteen years to paint the Sistine Chapel. For every day of painting it takes about three days to recover. Oh and don’t ever believe any friend or family member who offers to help. My wife did her share but not without my constant coaxing. I used every positive reinforcement I could think of like, “It sure is a nice day for painting. You’re so good at this. I couldn’t do this without you dear.” On average that got me about three hours a day of hard work before she had to retire to the couch with an ice pack on her knee.

Then it was just me. My son put in a few hours but his weekends were full of bachelor parties and weddings over a three-week period in October. Then it was just me again. Me and the ladder. On the very first day, the ladder tried to kill me. Apparently, it’s best if you get both feet on the ground before you let go of the ladder. My first dismount was a half twisting back flip into the bushes by the front door. My wife was more concerned about potential damage to her beloved flora than the father of her children and she let me know in no uncertain terms that my dismounts had to improve or else. I didn’t even ask about the else. I only fell off once more after that and I made darn sure not to land on any vegetation, that she knows of. Every husband has his secrets.

I did have one constant companion for my long days, our dog Indy. As dog’s go Indy is in a class by himself and for good reason; he wants to attack anything that moves. I found this out the hard way when I tied him up by the tree in the backyard so he could watch me paint. As soon as I set one foot on the ladder he was on me like Cujo, nipping at my heels and growling like I had just stepped on his tail. So then I had one hand on the ladder, one hand on the paint bucket with brush, one foot on the bottom rung of the ladder and one foot being chewed on by my faithful companion. I halfway expected him to pull the ladder out from under me just to make his point. Apparently, dogs don’t like ladders or painters. See, I’m still learning.

Painting wouldn’t be so bad if the only person the painter had to please was himself but that doesn’t work when you’re married. My wife, in her infinite wisdom, decided that we should paint every possible trim board with the second color on the face and the base color on the sides. With my skill level, that was the equivalent of painting stripes on a toothpick. At least she didn’t ask me to do a subtle maple leaf stencil on the gutters, just for fun. Even a female divorce court judge would understand that argument and rule in my favor.

As I toiled away through the month of October it became clear to me that I was going to need some help for the hardest part. Those are the moments when you find out who your friends are. I went across the street and pleaded my case to my neighbors, Jason and Howard, both of whom are highly skilled at home repairs and younger than I. When you’re asking for help on a monumental scale, it helps to have a huge incentive built-in. I said, “I hope I can count on you two to help me with the hard part of this job?” They challenged me with, “What exactly would that be?” I replied, “I need you two to convince my wife that I’m really doing a good job and the pay is a bottle of Anejo Tequila.” Every man has his weak spot and I know they love premium spirits. The very next day, Jason innocently wandered over and pronounced his appreciation for the quality of my work. My wife didn’t say much but at least she didn’t complain for the rest of that day.

So now here’s what I learned about painting. I don’t ever want to do that again. I will only live in a one story house with as little trim as possible. I will never let it go this long before I do something about it. I will make sure the dog’s rope is shorter than wherever I’m standing. I will acquire a large supply of good tequila in the event of an emergency. I will practice my dismounts before I ever climb another ladder. And finally, Michelangelo was a very slow learner.

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“The truth hurts but only when it ought to.” (Unknown)

It’s time for another remedial history lesson. Today’s subject will be epidemics. I have decided not to make any editorial comment regarding this subject. Instead, I will use excerpts from Wikipedia to tell the story. The link to each related article is at the bottom of each section. Please, take the time to read the Wikipedia posts. This is important information that concerns everybody.

Spanish Influenza Epidemic

The 1918 flu pandemic (January 1918 – December 1920) was an unusually deadly influenza pandemic, the first of the two pandemics involving H1N1 influenza virus. It infected 500 million people across the world, including remote Pacific islands and the Arctic, and killed 50 to 100 million of them—three to five percent of the world’s population—making it one of the deadliest natural disasters in human history.

A large factor in the worldwide occurrence of this flu was increased travel. Modern transportation systems made it easier for soldiers, sailors, and civilian travelers to spread the disease.

To maintain morale, wartime censors minimized early reports of illness and mortality in Germany, Britain, France, and the United States; but papers were free to report the epidemic’s effects in neutral Spain (such as the grave illness of King Alfonso XIII), creating a false impression of Spain as especially hard hit—thus the pandemic’s nickname Spanish flu.

Influenza may have killed as many as 25 million people in its first 25 weeks. Older estimates say it killed 40–50 million people, while current estimates say 50–100 million people worldwide were killed. It is said that this flu killed more people in 24 weeks than AIDS has killed in 24 years, more in a year than the Black Death killed in a century.

This huge death toll was caused by an extremely high infection rate of up to 50% and the extreme severity of the symptoms, suspected to be caused by cytokine storms. Symptoms in 1918 were so unusual that initially influenza was misdiagnosed as dengue, cholera, or typhoid. One observer wrote, “One of the most striking of the complications was hemorrhage from mucous membranes, especially from the nose, stomach, and intestine. Bleeding from the ears and petechial hemorrhages in the skin also occurred.” The majority of deaths were from bacterial pneumonia, a secondary infection caused by influenza, but the virus also killed people directly, causing massive hemorrhages and edema in the lung.

Even in areas where mortality was low, so many were incapacitated that much of everyday life was hampered. Some communities closed all stores or required customers to leave orders outside. There were reports that the health-care workers could not tend the sick nor the gravediggers bury the dead because they too were ill. Mass graves were dug by steam shovel and bodies buried without coffins in many places.

In Japan, 257,363 deaths were attributed to influenza by July 1919, giving an estimated 0.425% mortality rate, much lower than nearly all other Asian countries for which data are available. The Japanese government severely restricted maritime travel to and from the home islands when the pandemic struck. In the Pacific, American Samoa and the French colony of New Caledonia also succeeded in preventing even a single death from influenza through effective quarantines.

In the United States, the United Kingdom and other countries, despite the relatively high morbidity and mortality rates that resulted from the epidemic in 1918–1919, the Spanish flu began to fade from public awareness over the decades until the arrival of news about bird flu and other pandemics in the 1990s and 2000s. This has led some historians to label the Spanish flu a “forgotten pandemic”.


Ebola Virus

Ebola virus disease (EVD), Ebola hemorrhagic fever (EHF) or simply Ebola is a disease of humans and other mammals caused by an ebolavirus. Symptoms start two days to three weeks after contracting the virus, with a fever, sore throat, muscle pain and headaches. Typically, vomiting, diarrhea and rash follow, along with decreased function of the liver and kidneys. Around this time, affected people may begin to bleed both within the body and externally.

The current epidemic of EVD, caused by Ebola virus, is the most severe outbreak of Ebola since the finding of ebolaviruses in 1976, and by September 2014 cases of EVD from this single outbreak exceeded the sum of all previously identified cases.The epidemic has caused significant mortality, with a Case Fatality Rate reported as 71%.

By the end of August, the WHO reported that the loss of so many health workers was making it difficult for them to provide sufficient numbers of foreign medical staff. The Director-General of the WHO, Margaret Chan, called the outbreak “the largest, most complex and most severe we’ve ever seen” and said that it “is racing ahead of control efforts”. In a 26 September statement, the WHO said, “The Ebola epidemic ravaging parts of West Africa is the most severe acute public health emergency seen in modern times.”

One of the primary reasons for spread is that the health systems in the part of Africa where the disease occurs function poorly. The risk of transmission is increased among those caring for people infected. Recommended measures when caring for those who are infected include medical isolation via the proper use of boots, gowns, gloves, masks and goggles, and sterilizing equipment and surfaces. However, even with proper isolation equipment available, working conditions such as no running water, no climate control, and no floors, may continue to make direct care more difficult.

Other difficulties faced in attempting to contain the outbreak include the outbreak’s multiple locations across country borders. Dr. Peter Piot, the scientist who co-discovered the Ebola virus, has stated that the present outbreak is not following its usual linear patterns as mapped out in previous outbreaks. This time the virus is “hopping” all over the West African epidemic region. Furthermore, past epidemics have occurred in remote regions, but this outbreak has spread to large urban areas, which has increased the number of contacts an infected person may have and has also made transmission harder to track and break.

In order to reduce the spread, the World Health Organization recommends raising community awareness of the risk factors for Ebola infection and the protective measures individuals can take. These include avoiding contact with infected people and regular hand washing using soap and water. A condition of dire poverty exists in many of the areas that have experienced a high incidence of infections. According to the director of the NGO Plan International in Guinea, “The poor living conditions and lack of water and sanitation in most districts of Conakry pose a serious risk that the epidemic escalates into a crisis. People do not think to wash their hands when they do not have enough water to drink.”

Denial in some affected countries has often made containment efforts difficult. Language barriers and the appearance of medical teams in protective suits has sometimes increased fears of the virus. There are reports that some people believe that the disease is caused by sorcery and that doctors are killing patients. In late July, the former Liberian health minister, Peter Coleman, stated that “people don’t seem to believe anything the government now says.”


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“There are three kinds of men: the one who learns by reading, the few who learn by observation, and the rest of them who have to pee on an electric fence for themselves.” (Roy Rogers)

I think the younger generation really missed out on the era of great cowboys. I grew up watching Roy Rogers, The Lone Ranger, Rawhide, Wagon Train, Death Valley Days, Palladin, Wyatt Earp, Gunsmoke,  Maverick, Bonanza and The Rifleman. If the show had horses, gunfights, dust, cactus and outlaws, I was all in. In the early days of TV the stories were as black and white as the picture. The good guys always stood up to the bad guys and the bad guys always chickened out. I learned a lot about right and wrong from those shows and Old Roy was always my favorite cowboy philosopher.

When I came across this quote it made me laugh at first but then I started thinking about it a little longer. The image of someone peeing on an electric fence is brutally indelible. I think it’s important to impart wisdom as vividly as possible to make it stick. I grabbed an electric fence once in my younger days and that was enough of an education. If I had read this quote back then, I might have thought twice about that decision but I didn’t read much at all back then. My education usually came the hard way, like the time I slid down a rope and gave myself rope burns so bad I almost went to the hospital. It looked so easy on TV but I missed the part about heavy gloves.

Now that I’m on the other end of the wisdom continuum, common sense comes a little easier these days. Now it’s my turn to teach the way of the world to the foster kids I work with and I try really hard to get the point across without leaving any marks. It is the most challenging task I have ever undertaken because most of these kids have never had a man in their lives who cared enough to share their wisdom, assuming they had any. I don’t really think any kid can learn much about reality by playing computer games and that fact is what I have to overcome, every time I interact with boys. I try to paint word pictures that emphasize good and bad choices and the consequences that are sure to follow but more often than not I know I’m wasting my breath because they just don’t care enough to listen to the old man’s lectures. I don’t have Trigger at my side to make that lasting impression that heroes really do exist and right is better than wrong. It’s a heck of a lot harder to make your point when you’re riding a white Ford, not a Palomino.

I really wish I could get these kids out of town. Take them out in the woods or to the Flint Hills and let them feel that campfire that keeps your face hot while your butt freezes or just being able to lay out in a field with the night sky so full of stars it makes you dizzy looking up. They could all play with our dog, Indy, and get his first class tongue washing to clean up the last bit of BBQ sauce. Then, when they’re good and tired from a long day of cowboy chores, maybe they would listen to me tell stories about the days before cellphones and computers ,when life happened and you didn’t get to hit the reset button to solve your problems. I would tell them about all the heroes who fought for what was right, no matter how bad the odds were against them. And then I would finish with this great quote from Will Rogers, “Lead your life so you wouldn’t be ashamed to sell the family parrot to the town gossip.” If that doesn’t do it, I might have to hang up my spurs.

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“I like people who can do things.” (Ralph Waldo Emerson)

I’m a long-time admirer of Ralph Waldo Emerson. He was great at breaking down complicated ideas into simple statements like this one. I, too, am fond of people who can do things. Which brings me to one of those people, my son Thomas. As I watched him grow up and become the man he is today, I was always struck by his willingness to work hard. He wasn’t an exceptional student but he always had lots of common sense and the ability to focus on the task at hand.

He started waiting tables right after high school, while he attended the local community college, and he kept right on working at various jobs through two more years at the university. College never really grabbed his attention as much as his jobs did and eventually he called to ask if I thought he should quit college and take a job at Garmin instead of finishing his bachelor’s degree. I gave him my blessing and told him he could always go back later but Garmin might be too good of an opportunity to pass up. I could see he wasn’t happy wasting time at college and I remember feeling that way myself when I was 22.

There’s an inherited trait in my family that is a powerful motivator, the urge to prove oneself against all odds. I saw it in my father and myself and now it was clearly driving my son to take his leap of faith. In retrospect, it was the best decision we ever made together. He has thrived in the avionics engineering department at Garmin and he has taken on every challenge put before him, in spite of his lack of technical education. He just knows how to get things done and they have placed a ton of trust in his decision-making skills. Now he’s going back to college to get his electronics manufacturing degree. He’s challenged again by his classes but I’m hopeful he will persevere this time.

I’m extremely proud of everything he is and I know he has a bright future ahead of him. On the other hand, his mother is worried because he’s almost 30 and still hasn’t found the right girl yet. I don’t think that’s a problem but in the interest of keeping peace with my spouse I decided to write this blog post as my way of improving his chances of finding the right one. Now that our daughter is married, my wife has turned her attention to Thomas’s future and the possibility of grandchildren is now my wife’s highest priority.

So ladies, here’s your chance. You’ll never see him on The Bachelor or find him in some bar but he’s out there waiting for the perfect female. If you want a guy who works hard, has a great sense of humor, loves his dog, drives a truck, runs in distance races for fun and is overly generous with everyone around him, then Thomas Horst might be just what you’re looking for. He’s kind, compassionate, honest and trustworthy. When he finds the right girl, I’m positive it will last forever and he will do whatever it takes to make her happy. He’s just the kind of person Emerson was talking about.

(PS – Thanks to his mom’s good genes, he’s also pretty good-looking. Here’s his photo from his sister’s wedding. He got the beard from me.)

And just one more thing, watch out for the dog. He’s way too protective but they’re inseparable so I hope you like sharing the couch with a 70lb shepherd mix.

You can thank me later. Good luck.

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“In love, one and one are one.” (Jean-Paul Sartre)

My daughter Lauren got married yesterday to Bob Klug (rhymes with clue). It was a day filled with every positive emotion and one I will never forget. Lauren even got me to dance for the first time in 40 years.  We shared a father/daughter dance while Bob Marley’s Three Little Birds played in the hall. That had to be a first.

When it came time to give my father-of-the-bride speech, I actually blew my lines but no one noticed so today I’m going to finish my thoughts in this blog.  I will include the first part of that paragraph for the purpose of context…… “Lauren you chose well and you’re really lucky that Bob even exists. Personally, I had my doubts that you would ever find a guy who could meet all of your expectations but with your usual tenacity you did and except for that Packers thing, I think he’s great too so you have my blessing. Now Bob, welcome to the family. You have no idea what you signed up for do you? That’s OK, neither did I, but the good news is - when you’re in love anything is possible.”

After the wedding last night, as I was contemplating what would make this a better post, it occurred to me that “One and one make one” was the perfect metaphor for that sentiment.  Love is the single most powerful emotion any human can ever experience and it makes anything possible. It brings us together in ways that nothing else can and it binds us together as extended families with people from all over the world. It is the elixir of life and the one thing we all need to share as often as possible. Spending an entire day experiencing this phenomenon is about as joyful as it gets. I got to share moments with people who would have never come into my life except for this one reason, to give Lauren and Bob a day to remember for all the days to come.

I toasted their marriage with a very sincere wish for their future, “May God bless your marriage and may every day of your lives together be even better than today.” That’s what love and commitment bring to the union of souls, the firm belief that loving each other makes anything possible. Marriage is never easy and it doesn’t always work like we thought it would but that’s why we need to start the journey together with a firm commitment. We try, we fail and we try again but we keep holding on to each other, no matter what, because love is the foundation the commitment rests on.

That’s what Jesus gave us with his death, a commitment to undying love for all mankind. He set the standard for all eternity and now we all know what it takes to perpetuate his mission. It takes all we have, every day, with everyone and no one gets left out. Love is all-consuming and the only goal worth pursuing. More than any other thing, I want my children to have this purpose for their lives, love one another and make a commitment that will stand the test of time. Then they will have all the blessings that love has to offer.

In order to make that future possible here’s a thought that I can’t possibly improve on, “Love is, above all, the gift of oneself.” (Jean Anouilh)

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“Mediocrity loves company.” (Unknown)

Is it just me or has mediocrity become a way of life? I can barely remember the last time I experienced truly great service. It seems like good enough has reached a new low.

Take for instance the experience I had recently with a major cell phone company. All I wanted to do was buy a pre-paid cell phone for my 91 year-old mom. She already had the phone, so all I needed was the pre-paid minutes. I went to the nearest store, went online to the website and after all other efforts failed I called the customer service number that was buried on the website. It still took two different customer service people to fulfill my request. Finally, I reached nirvana and the minutes actually showed up on her phone. All told, I spent nearly two hours of my old age trying to get a company to take my money. Does it really have to be this difficult?

I don’t possess an MBA, so I’m not qualified to criticize the geniuses who run most companies these days but since when has taking money from a customer become such a hassle. In my experience with small business ownership, getting paid was all that mattered. Cash flow is what we called it back then and it was extremely important. It had to happen before the bills got paid and paychecks were even possible. I hand wrote invoices if it meant getting cash from a customer right then and there. My office manager wasn’t always happy with me for going around the bookkeeping system but she understood my reasoning and we always found a way to make it work.

Is this really the best we can do? Has mediocrity become the standard operating procedure today? My only theory for why this has happened is that it works well with political correctness and the goal of making everybody as comfortable as possible at all times. By dumbing down our expectations of job performance we all get to feel good about ourselves. It’s the Peter Principle run amok. By keeping customers at bay with woeful websites and clueless customer service, businesses can hide their inadequacies and managers can still make their numbers and get their bonuses. That’s the real aim of business today, don’t make waves and get your bonus check. How mediocre is that?

It’s a good thing I’m no longer running a company. I would probably get arrested for disturbing the peace that mediocrity promises. My management principles were based on two books I read in my early days of running the business, The Goal and In Search of Excellence. Both of these excellent reads made it quite clear that eliminating bottlenecks was the most important function of a good leader. I did this by refusing to let anything get between us and the clients like never having voice mail, taking messages in writing and returning calls promptly. I made it a company goal to never let the phone ring three times and we had five lines for just a fifteen person company. My standard response, when customers were surprised that I answered their calls personally, was this, “You’re my customer. Why wouldn’t I want to talk to you?” We were never perfect but nobody ever tried harder to make clients happy and get paid as soon as possible.

Mediocre was and still is a dirty word with me. I hate hearing, “I’m sorry, we can’t do that” when they really mean “Management won’t let me do that.” That’s when you know the company has made conformity its performance metric. “Don’t think, just do what management tells you and stay in line,” is the mantra of Corporate America and the reason so many people hate their job. And the most troubling reality of all is that profitability is much harder to achieve when the employees are forced to stop caring about the customers. Mediocrity and conformity are the root of all evil as far as I’m concerned but I think JFK said it better, “Conformity is the jailer of freedom and the enemy of growth.” Now that’s a bold statement, let’s all try to remember what that feels like. I can hear the MBAs grumbling already.

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“Failure seldom stops you; what stops you is the fear of failure.” (Jack Lemmon)

I read a really intriguing article by Patti Sanchez on the Harvard Business Review website today. It was titled, “Why marketing needs to hire a corporate folklorist.” (The link to the full post is at the bottom of this page.)  The gist of the post was that all companies have great stories to tell about themselves but the best people to tell the story are pretty busy doing the things that make the company  successful in the first place and they may not be great story tellers. Hence the need for folklorists. I think she made a great point and it’s the first time I’ve ever heard anyone suggest this idea. That’s a job I would take in a heartbeat.

There’s just one problem with her concept. In my opinion, it would be very hard for a folklorist to peacefully coexist in most corporate marketing departments and here’s why. In my experience running a small graphic arts production company, most of the best stories I could tell, all would have equal parts failure and success. The great stories invariably began with some stupid decision on my part but through perseverance and tenacity we usually made chicken soup out of chicken sh*t. I find it hard to believe that any corporate marketing department in today’s climate of quarterly earnings and political correctness would ever want to share those kinds of stories with the general public, even though every great company has them. Corporate America has become so risk-averse and leaderless that no one would dare risk the all-mighty corporate brand and its carefully cultivated mystique. More’s the pity.

The real problem with this idea and with business in general, these days, is leadership. I grew up with a father who was just about as fearless as a man can be and he was a great, great leader. Now, when I say fearless, I’m not talking about physical strength or overt courage. I’m saying he was not afraid of any problem or task at hand in running our small business. He made sure that I was instilled with this same will to win at a young age and always encouraged me to take calculated risks. He knew this was the essence of leadership and the most important skillset for running any company. In my dad’s mind, failure was not an option, it was a necessity. I was taught to get over it emotionally, get on with it mentally and find a better way. No excuses, just deal with it and move on. And if it was a bad enough mistake, then apologize and ask for forgiveness from whoever may have been hurt, including the employees. His leadership lessons always revolved around humility, integrity and perseverance. I’ve never known another like him in all my life.

I would be willing to bet any amount of money that all of the best known brands in America have those same lessons in their history. They were founded by men just like my dad and they are still successful today because a majority of their key people know the stories and still believe in their significance even if marketing is loathe to ever share a story of abject failure that changed the company’s destiny. We’re all human beings who fail and then try again, until we get it right. That’s the best possible story to tell and the most inspiring to the next generation of leaders. It’s OK to be humbled and have our integrity tested and keep on trying again. That makes us part of the team and even more human.

We can change the world if we just stop being afraid of failure. There are thousands of great stories to tell about America and especially the epic journeys some people have taken to build their businesses. They overcame every failure and kept after their goals relentlessly. The world needs that same sense of commitment and by sharing our experiences we will encourage the next generation to try even harder. Let’s tell the truth about what it really takes to succeed and stop worrying about the brand.


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