Thoughts on Family
In Columbus Took A Chance, I present true life tales that illustrate how a group of people who could not open a meaningful door for me taught me how to open my own. The stories here are from my view at the other side of the table. Read More
Thoughts on Friends
Friendships tend to work best when no one is keeping score. In my experience, having a good friend usually starts with being a good friend. Support, teach, learn, all the elements of family, friends also often share our passions and heighten enjoyment and awareness in ways that we could not reach alone. Those are the experiences that bond me to people, some who I’ve known since Junior High. Those moments I know someone has made me better are the ones that stay with me.
We are people, need each other. Thank God for populating my world with so many long time companions. Read More
Thoughts on Business
Before I had education or money or any type of power or authority, I had my word. It is the last thing I’d lose and has been instrumental in my career. Business is about relationships and relationships are about trust. When your word is good, the environment for success is fertile. Read More
Writings on Saints
Searching to understand the best potential in the human condition has led me to a keen interest in the lives of saints. Many saints have found unique and interesting ways of dealing with their human limitations and temptations, rising to make a recognized contribution to society. Their lives inspire and enlighten. I am no saint, but I am trying to reach as high as possible. Read More
From Columbus
The world is filled with dreamers and fools and my dad knew how to attract them. Educated in the Italian immigrant housing projects on Taylor Street, now Chicago’s quaint Little Italy, he honed his skills at an early age. The engaging smile, bright eyes, infectious laugh and boyish good looks followed him to manhood and stood in place on top of his burly frame. Hawking newspapers on the street corner as a boy prepared him for his current sideline endeavor. Dad imported accordions from Italy and often used them as bait to empty the wallets of the helpless, the dreamers and fools. Read More
