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Labor Day means an Editor labor day. I will be finishing yard work and figuring out what to do with a basement entrance. I hope you spend your Labor Day relaxing. That said, buckle your seat belt and away we go…
When I set up shop as a graphic artist, I never thought about the cyclical nature of business. It didn’t take long, however, to learn there is a natural ebb and flow to every type of business. I became accustomed to a cycle of slow summers and insanely busy winters. Starting Connect Business Magazine was, in part, a strategy to modify that cycle and help my design company tack through the doldrums of summer.
I own a 100-year-old building in downtown Nicollet. It’s where I started business in 1979. Around back, there used to be a thick woody vine that may have been as old as the building itself.
Hope you’re having your fill of steamy summer weather and mosquitoes. The Editor is getting ready for an August vacation up north near Detroit Lakes. Buckle your seatbelts and away we go….
The Editor last issue expressed his enduring hope the Dayton Flyers would return to the NCAA men’s basketball tournament. They settled for the NIT, but won all the marbles. It’s odd being an alumnus and living in a state where Dayton is a former Democratic senator. Buckle your seat belts and away we go…
In addition to colonoscopies, it is probably a good idea for anyone over age 50 to undergo regular screening for excessively bushy eyebrows – a sure sign of andyrooneyitis. It was my younger brother who pointed out I’m starting to sound a lot like the celebrated curmudgeon of 60 Minutes.
March marks the beginning of March Madness. As always, the Editor has completely unrealistic aspirations for his Dayton Flyers. My best goes out to your favorite team—unless that team plays UD, of course. Buckle your seatbelts and away we go…
Do you greet every workday with unbridled enthusiasm? At one time I could honestly answer yes to that question. Today, I must admit I am no longer part of the minority.
I’ve acquired the habit of patting myself down like a policeman frisking a robbery suspect. While the practice must appear peculiar to onlookers, I’m simply taking inventory; trying to ensure everything I need to function beyond the confines of my home or office is somewhere upon my person.
