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We Need More Commitment to the Strategy Here

I guess this open door across from my suite needs to remain locked most of the time, or locked but open, or maybe the sign isn’t sufficiently clear, or perhaps there are no metrics in place, or management isn’t monitoring staff, or….

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Vroom

I picked up my first Vette in 40 years from my Bentley dealer today. (That’s an ’86 Rolls in one of the photos.) I was immediately back into manual shifting without a problem. But the car’s electronics are going to require a night of reading.

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Newest Projects

(My thanks to famed actor Grace Serrano for teaching my how to focus for close shots. This took her .5 seconds and would have taken me three weeks.)

A B-25 Mitchell and B-24 Liberator (I piloted the latter years ago, the only one in existence certified to fly) in 1/48 scale. Next up: A B-17.

 

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Words I’ve Never Used in Certain Combinations

• I think I’ll just run a vacuum.

• Let me stop and get directions because I’m sure I’m lost.

• A Victoria’s Secret show, no, I have a bowling night.

• Am I driving over the speed limit?

• This sushi is moving so I’d better eat that first.

• Who can get me tickets to a Justin Beiber concert?

• The shirt is a little wrinkled, maybe I should iron it.

• Well, it would be a cocktail or wine, but not both.

• I’ll have the steak well done, please.

• I’ll vote for anyone who’s committed to raising taxes.

• I’m sorry I’ve missed a Tony Robbins’ workshop at this stage of my life.

• I think it’s time to paint the garage.

• Can’t the family stay longer over the holidays?

• First class is just a waste of money, what’s the cheapest ticket available?

• It sounds like the dog vomited in the living room, I ought to go see if I have to clean it up.

• It’s a great experience to be out here cutting the grass myself.

• What channel is roller derby on?

• My goal in life is to read all of James Patterson’s books.

• The remote control is only a few feet away, I’ll get up and get it so I don’t inconvenience anyone else.

• What’s your least expensive wine?

• I have to check my Klout score today.

• I don’t mind sitting in the last row, the view is fine from any seat, right?

© Alan Weiss 2013

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Air Cover

I’m doing some writing and looking out into the back yard. A squadron of crows lands in the trees, jet fighters, combat air patrol. In the distance, I see a hawk, a light bomber, circling the area.

Then, I first feel and then see the slow flapping wings of one of our eagles, heavy bomber, cruising through the area.

The ground forces comprise Bentley, racing through the snow like a demon.

There isn’t a squirrel, varmint, or even small bird in sight. Then the crows depart in unison, the hawk circles away, the eagle reaches the next tree line, and Bentley returns inside. The squirrels peak out of holes in the trees, and small birds appear from nowhere to populate the feeders.

Threats are seldom permanent, coercion never long-lived. Life goes on.

© Alan Weiss 2013

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Publicity Shot for Bentley or Dogs?

Here’s an outtake from our recent video shoot.

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Happy Birthday to Debbie

It can’t be more than 29. Enjoy the great food at La Masseria.

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Another Tough Day At The Office

Entertaining my Laser Growth Cycle Group at The Capital Grill in Providence last night.

Constance Dierckx, Urko Wood, moi, Ann Latham, Lisa Nirell, John Martinka, Scott Edinger. We’re working at my place today.

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Morning

It’s dawn.

A flight of gulls enters my vision ten o’clock high, nine of them, combat air patrol. They hold a rough formation, to let you know that they  can, but every one is a hot shot pilot, doing his own thing as an individual. It appears that one nearest me waggles his wings, a universal greeting from low-flying aircraft.

The rabbits are on the lawn, munching away, not a care in the world, the nearest natural enemy a 30-mile ferry ride away. From their diverse sizes I can tell they are multi-generational. I make a mental note to carry a flashlight if I go to the pool at night because I don’t want to run into the great-grandfather in the dark.

The horizon has been devoured by the mist. A ghostly grey descends into a stolid slate but I can’t identify a line of demarcation. The dune grasses are barely moving. There is a stillness about, no wind, the silent reverence one encounters in a religious ceremony.

Only the waves are audible. They crash in their unending, timeless crescendo against the beach, muted somewhat by the short distance from the house, but fearsome nonetheless.  The scent in the air is of life—terrestrial, submerged, and airborne—but mostly of the inexorable sea itself.

I sit here as though in a birth process, an awakening, another beginning.

It’s dawn, in Nantucket.

© Alan Weiss 2013

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A Salute to the Walter Kerr Theater

Last evening we showed up at the Walter Kerr to see Forever Tango. We used a voucher obtained through the theater in Providence where I once served on the board, and they obtain house seats through the National Theater Fund. However, there were no tickets awaiting us at he box office. The two agents were polite but had no authority to help us, so we requested the house manager as the patrons were moving inside at 7:40. My wife and I were talking about seeing the new Woody Allen movie as an alternative.

The house manager, listed in the playbill as Susan Elrod, came outside and told me this: “I can tell you two things. First, I’ve never seen this kind of voucher before, but if you give me your credit cards I’ll see if I can trace the purchase. Second, I will make this right for you.” Five minute later she returned to say there was no evidence of any purchase, but to follow her. She waived us past the ticket takers with “They’re with me” deposited us with an usher and said, “Escort these people to George 105 and 107,” which immediately told me sixth row off the aisle in the middle—house seats.

This is during a harried time before a complex show—where the curtain went up at 8:04, as good as it gets in New York. My compliments and thanks to Susan and the Walter Kerr. The theater is part of my favorite group name in New York: The Jujamcyn Theaters!

See my review elsewhere here on Forever Tango, a gorgeous evening on Broadway.

© Alan Weiss 2013

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