Beyond the Front

Beyond the Front

Eighteen years ago, I sat in front of a blank screen to compose the first issue of The Front Porch newsletter. The idea was simple – a monthly newsletter designed to be a “place” to sit and ponder the issues of business and life. At the time, with the fresh turn of a...
Going Blank

Going Blank

Back-in-the-day, as they say, we had to manually defrost the freezer of our refrigerator periodically.  I still remember the process of taking everything out of the freezer, temporarily putting it in the refrigerator portion below, and boiling pans of water to place...
Control’s Constraint

Control’s Constraint

I can still remember my first drive across the desert. It was part of an adventurous road trip with two college buddies in the heat of a summer where the temperatures were reaching degrees that, in my young life, I had not imagined possible. It was long before the...
Right Here. Right Now.

Right Here. Right Now.

I still remember the night I first heard Pete play the piano. What was most memorable, that night, was how much he sounded like my favorite group, Chicago, whenever he played any of their music. The following week, I would find out the reason – he was the pianist in...
Literally Metaphorical

Literally Metaphorical

Recently, I’ve been wondering about the quandary of what we perceive to be literal. You know – the exact, the precise, the certain. It might be more accurate to say that I’ve been pondering the literal since literal leaves little room for wonder. I must confess that...
Shoulda Coulda Woulda

Shoulda Coulda Woulda

  Shoulda, Coulda, Woulda It’s an old mantra that in so many ways mocks a sense of truth from a number of dimensions: shoulda-coulda-woulda. It seems, most often, this old saying has been used to shine a light on needless regrets of what I should have done, could...