History, the word, has a sort of panoramic ring to it, covering whole epochs, defining eras, labeling ages. At least the history I grew up with was papered over with dates and places, impacts on countries and peoples, all very Charlie Brown’s I love mankind, it’s people I hate attitude. A phrase I repeat often is Memory is…
Language and Labels
Language can be obtuse. Labels can be insidious. There was a time, at the beginning of the last century, after what was thought to be the ‘war to end all wars’, when we thought we could work together as sovereign nations. That was when President Woodrow Wilson came up with the idea of a League…
Making Conferences
So. It’s done. The conference is over and wow! It is not the amount of work. It’s not the faculty. It’s not the venue. It is the stuff. To come to the conference we bring LCD projectors, print rows of name badges and labels. We copy forms and informational sheets and bookstore items and handouts…
Bluegrass and Bourbon
Spend a week roaming around the land between Louisville and Lexington, Kentucky and you get an appreciation of the awesomeness of nature and the amazing ability of man to harness, use and exploit what nature gives. The state of Kentucky, well, the part in the north middle at least, sits on limestone. The limestone filters…
Finding the Bourbon Trail
In 2008, on a trip to Chicago, we came across a small sign along the side of the road, the kind the government puts up to let you know about what’s ahead. The sign read: The Bourbon Trail. Now, who can resist a sign like that? Growing up in California I was familiar with wine tours…