Business Travel Is Not Fun

Many years ago I used to think how cool it would be to be an international businessman and to travel everywhere… see the world. Life has an amazing way of sometimes giving us exactly what we want (or don’t want). Is this God’s way of teaching us lessons? This week I am away from home. It’s an important trip but I missed one of the most important events of my son’s life. He caught a big fish in our backyard pond and I wasn’t there to see it and to share in his happiness. I didn’t even have a chance to call him.

I have come to terms with my lot in life and am very happy that I don’t have to travel every week like I did for a couple years during my consulting years. I am still paying for the poor diet and the pounds accumulated during those trips. There’s no restaurant that I enjoy more than our own kitchen.

In terms of sightseeing, I would rather see the pretty faces of my family than anything else in this world. I would rather hear my son play the zitar that he made from a dry piece of wood (from our woods) that he cleaned and attached to a plastic container with 3 nylon strings. I would much rather spend a few minutes watching the squirrel in our back yard prepare for the winter by gathering the wild walnuts from our trees and methodically hiding them in places only he can remember.

What’s amazing is that at this exact point in space/time, I would rather be elsewhere but I know that thousands of people would rather be exactly where I am. They also wish they were elsewhere. Maybe I just need to find the Boom Bands where I am…


You can get so confused
that you’ll start in to race
down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace
and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space,
headed, I fear, toward a most useless place.
The Waiting Place…

…for people just waiting.
Waiting for a train to go
or a bus to come, or a plane to go
or the mail to come, or the rain to go
or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow
or waiting around for a Yes or a No
or waiting for their hair to grow.
Everyone is just waiting.

Waiting for the fish to bite
or waiting for wind to fly a kite
or waiting around for Friday night
or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake
or a pot to boil, or a Better Break
or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants
or a wig with curls, or Another Chance.
Everyone is just waiting.

That’s not for you!

Somehow you’ll escape
all that waiting and staying.
You’ll find the bright places
where Boom Bands are playing.

From one of my favorite author’s books…


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