I’m a fan of the pursuit of excellence, the storyteller, and the American neighborhood bar. A few weeks ago, on the first day of our vacation to Ireland, I got to experience a magic trifecta of all three. (OK – to be fair, it wasn’t an American bar. It was our neighborhood bar’s venerable predecessor – the pub. Work with me here.)
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Is That A Mirror On Your Boot Or Are You Just Happy To See Me?
Brace yourselves – I’ve got another life lesson based on footwear.
I’m in Minneapolis this week for work and leaving the airport found inspiration for today’s post. (There must be something magical in the air out here. A prior trip provided this nugget.) Monday was a travel day. More importantly, a travel day that started in the snowy, slushy, salty, sloshy mush of a Syracuse blizzard. A trip to the Syracuse airport that should have taken less than 20 minutes took almost twice that. While I’ve brought my new pink sneakers (because I always people to know Where I Stand) I didn’t want to expose them to that slushy, salty… you get the picture. My travel footwear of choice? My good old Doc Martens.
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