May 2013


We had a great Memorial Day weekend at the cabin.  I spent four days last week in Vegas (woo-hoo!)… giving a series of lectures on leaning out the supply chain (yawn) and was ready to get back to the real world where the rocks weren’t made of plaster and the people weren’t made of plastic.

We hiked, fished, grilled out, swam (I may have experienced hypothermia), roasted S’mores, went on a Snipe hunt, and the girls got in lots of hammock time… trying to flip each other out it.  Last weekend will go down as one of the best weekends in my memory. 

The girls had a blast and loved every minute of it.  I can’t help but wonder how much time we have before they decide mom and dad aren’t cool enough to hang around with anymore and choose to spend the weekend with their friends rather than us at the cabin.

In the meantime, we’ll try to enjoy it as much as possible.  Who knows, we may even get to be the cool parents that the other kids come hang out with.  Although that’s a challenge.  I am quickly realizing why kids don’t think their parents are cool.  It’s not because the parents don’t think that they’re being cool… it’s because the kid’s perception of “cool” and the parent’s acting it out are two vastly different things.  Regardless, I think we’re still in the clear for another three years or so.


Due to a busy travel schedule, there will be no post this week… enjoy your extra five minutes.


I wrote this last week, but failed to publish the post…


We attended the Shaky Knees Music Fest in downtown Atlanta over the weekend.  In case you aren’t from the area, it rained… a lot.  We got about six inches of rain Saturday and Sunday and of course, the festival was entirely outside.  As you can see from the photo, the entire area resembled a cattle feeding lot more than it did a park. 

Sara and I were pretty well prepared with rubber rain boots, but the barefoot hippies abounded.  They splashed around in the ankle deep mud fantasizing about Woodstock.  You would see them coming out of the Porta-Potties covered in mud from the knees down…. at least I think it was mud. 

There were a total of 24 bands playing over the course of two days.  We only went one day and didn’t go when the doors opened because we knew it would be a long day with the poor weather.  Besides, we were primarily there to see the headliners, The Lumineers, who went on last.

There were a total of three stages.  A band would play on one or two stages while the open stage(s) were being set up for the next group.  We played it strategically and decided to forgo seeing anyone play before The Lumineers so we could stake out a good spot for their show.  Our strategy paid off.


We held our spot few rows from the front for an hour and a half in the rain.  Then about ten minutes before the show, a couple forced their way through the crowd and settled directly in front of us.  The guy was over six feet tall and my wife could see nothing but his back.  Meanwhile, two girls – probably less than five feet tall were pushing in from behind me.  I don’t like close quarters, but I despise injustice.  I informed the individual who arrived late that we had been standing in our spot for an hour and half and now my wife couldn’t even see the stage because of him.  Fortunately, he was able to my side of that argument and went somewhere behind us.

Meanwhile, the two little girls were getting even pushier.  It was like being mobbed by Oompa Loompas.  Keep in mind that it is pouring down rain, so almost everyone is in rain gear.  All I can see below me are two little red-hooded rain jackets – one to the rear and left of me and one to my right.  The one on the right was the most intrusive.  She kept pushing and eventually wedged her way between me and the person previously in front of me (who I thought I was already too close to). 

I was at a loss for what to do, so I just let the little person be a nuisance.  The more she pushed, the more I wanted to push back, but couldn’t because it was a small girl.  As a result, I was annoyed through much of the show. 

Looking back, it’s kind of funny.  I had no problem telling the tall guy exactly what I thought about his decision to push in front of us, but I couldn’t do anything about the sub-five-foot girl.  I later realized that we do this all the time.  We meet the big challenges head on only to let the little annoyances constantly bug us.  We don’t think they’re big enough to bother with, but in the end it’s not the size of the problem but the pervasiveness of it that eats away at us.

Regardless of the rain, hippies, morons, and Oompa Loompas, we enjoyed the show.  Really good music is very effective at overcoming foul moods.