PROCRASTINATION

Procrastination until Tomorrow

Deadlines do what?
They get you focused. You have to complete the task by this date. You have to get out of bed early so you can avoid the traffic and make the meeting on time. At this very moment, I am on a deadline to get this email—a/k/a “dispatch”— submitted for proofing so it can be ready to send out on Thursday at 10:00 am.

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WIELDING THE SWORD

The Second World War began on September 1, 1939, when the Germans invaded Poland. Though both the French and British declared war on Germany in response, little effort was made to confront the Germans militarily and no land battles ensued. This period has been dubbed the “phony war” because of the Allies’ inaction.

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WHITER THAN SNOW

You pretty much date yourself as an old guy if you hear someone talking about a hard drive crash and you think of the movie Rebel Without a Cause, starring James Dean. (If the previous sentence makes no sense to you, then just forget it and move on—it’s ancient history.)

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BOMB SHELTERS

Most of the older brothers will remember the late 50’s and early 60’s, during the Cold War, we were all warned to prepare for a Soviet nuclear barrage. Americans were stocking their basement shelves with food supplies, building bomb shelters, and planning their evacuation routes. In my elementary world, we were doing “duck and cover” drills in the hallways at school and imagining how we would fight the giant spiders and gargantuan reptiles that Hollywood had convinced us would be spawned from the atomic radiation.

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BARNACLES

Barnacles on a Ship

Word of the Day: MOTILITY—The Ability to Move.

In the sport of wrestling, coaches continually emphasize the need to keep moving. If a wrestler attempts one move and that effort fails, he must try another move—IMMEDIATELY. In every wrestling arena, you will hear these words resounding across the mat: Sit-out! Stand-up!

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I WANT TO BE A FIREMAN

I Want to Be a Fireman

When I was growing up, like all red-blooded American boys, I wanted to be a fireman. The really neat, red hook and ladder trucks, and the boots and suspenders, and the hat—well, it was all quite inspiring to my emerging manhood. Just the thought of hanging off the back of a fire truck while rushing to a fire was even more exciting than any prize I could dig out of a cereal box.

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