Clumsy Dumbass

Friday night I took a spill down the stairs after tripping over my own damn feet. Having caught my big toe on the way down and bending it in a way that it wasn’t meant to be, I was startled to find when I landed that my toe didn’t feel so hot.

Being the stubborn male that I am, I thought I had merely sprained it. So some ice here and there, foot up in the air for a day on the coffee table. After all, I was getting around pretty well…

Worked from home yesterday (a highly productive day, mind you, more so than most) and then made the trek into work today for a full day.

Big mistake.

More foot pain and a larger bruise by mid-day.

By 1:00pm I’d had enough - went home and off we trekked to the ER.

Quick service, only an hour, X-Rays and all…

Spiral fracture of the “great toe”.

Great toe.. because big isn’t good enough.

Tex-Ass

In Texas for the sidekick’s sister’s wedding on Saturday. First vacation in quite awhile that wasn’t related to packing, unpacking, preparing the house for sale, or moving in. And yay for that.

It’s Over

Back in January, I accepted a promotion to a position in Minneapolis with the understanding that I would be commuting there until the fall when the sidekick was finished with Graduate School.

And so seven months later, we’re almost to the end point.

On Wednesday, the movers come to pack. Thursday, they load the truck. Friday, I set out with Galadriel for Woodbury, Minnesota with an overnight stop in Toledo, Ohio. Fun.

Corrupt Idiots

A few weeks ago, I wrote a post called “Oh WTF.. you deserve what you get..”, now that some time has passed I can tell the story.

My father is probably the most honorable man that I have ever known. One of the middle children of his parents, he grew up in a small town in Indiana with two older half brothers, an older brother, a younger brother, and a younger sister. To say that this family was a bit dysfunctional is an understatement. Although overtime all have reconciled, my father was the only one of his full siblings to lead a straight and narrow life. An Eagle Scout, he was never arrested, never served time in jail, no drugs, and doesn’t abuse alcohol. His siblings are a different story, but that’s for another time.

My father joined the Navy during Vietnam shortly after high school - during that time he lost friends, his father died from a heart attack at a young age, and became a man. After getting out of the Navy, he married my mother, began working on the railroad, and shortly thereafter had me.. then my brother, and life was good.

The railroad is a heavily unionized work environment. My father, as a member of the Brotherhood of Locomotive Engineers, went out on strike a few times while I was growing up. And that was the nature of the labor environment at his place of employment.

Men of honor are often natural leaders - and thus it is that over time my father became President of the local park board, the founding scoutmaster of my Boy Scout Troop, and eventually Local Chairman (the same as Local President in most unions) of Division 100 of the Brotherhood of Locomotive Engineers, a position he held for well over a decade. As time went on, he began to run for and win election to higher office within the union - eventually serving on several committees at a regional (or general committee) level.

It’s important to note here that the BLE is the oldest labor union in the United States - they are well into their second century and predate every other labor organization in the United States - even the Teamsters. The BLE merged with the Teamsters a few years back but remain a semi-autonomous group under the Teamsters umbrella…..

In 1997, with my brother out of high school and on his own, and me established in Baltimore in my first major move away from home after college - my father ran for Vice General Chairman & Secretary Treasurer and won. This office represents the entire Midwest and my father would be responsible for the finances for all of the offices and men in that area - a huge responsibility.

The responsibility was even greater at the time because the union was rocked by scandal. While I won’t go too far into the details here, suffice to say that there was a large sum of money missing, and after a federal and a union investigation, the International President asked the officeholders in the General Committee office to resign. They did, and we all thought that was the last we had seen of them.

A few weeks ago, my father ran for re-election for the third time. This last term would have taken him past his retirement date, and his intent was to serve out of term and retire.

His tenure through two terms has been nothing short of a great success. The union has significant cash resources - rebuilt after the scandal. Their bookkeeping and records have been immaculate and without error - and more important my father represented the interests of his men in fulfillment of the measure of trust that men place in those that represent and lead them.

And then, at the election, the man that had been at the helm during the scandal ran for the top job in the office and won. And then his crony won the number two slot. And then the election for my father’s job deadlocked twice.

The next morning he lost.

And so my parents, after nine years in Florida, are headed back to our family home in Indiana - my father to return to running an engine until his retirement in a few years. And thus our lives go on.

After the other two were elected, we all acknowledge now that it is best that he lost - because a person of my father’s integrity simply can’t work with those who long ago lost the trust of the men that they represent. But it still stings for him to go out this way.

I think about the times that I’ve seen my father upset to the point of tears. At my uncle’s funeral.. at the funerals of my mother’s parents and that’s it.. until this election.

So at this point they turn their backs on this whole union experience - and let the corrupt idiots have their way. But if I was a member represented by that office, I’d be watching the money.

Oh WTF.. you deserve what you get

Yeah, i gotta be cryptic here, because it’s not over yet.

But why in the world would you elect a corrupt f’ing thief like that to represent your men. Unbelievable.

More to come after tomorrow’s drama is over. Argh.

All Good Things….

It was ten years ago next week that I was first promoted into a position where I was a leader of others.

Sure, I had been in positions of responsibility before. As a young man, my peers selected me as Patrol Leader in my Boy Scout Troop. Later, I was selected as the Senior Patrol Leader. It was a difficult and humbling experience to be responsible for other people. It was certainly not easy.

I earned my spending money as a teenager by umpiring softball games each night at the city park - and then, after turning eighteen, by refereeing basketball and volleyball games as well. Hell hath no fury like that directed at a referee in an Indiana High School Basketball game. But I digress.

Ten years ago next week I was promoted to lead a small team of men and women in Columbus, Indiana. And that was the beginning of quite an adventure. A year and a half later, I found myself without a team in Baltimore, Maryland as an investigator. And then, not even a year later, thrown to the wolves in New Jersey leading a much larger team that spanned several store locations. Then a year in Cleveland.

And then in 1999, we packed up and moved to Boston. And we’ve been here ever since.

When I arrived in Boston in January 1999, I was one of only a handful of employees of my company north of New York City. We were the vanguard that established the base, hired the people, trained the teams, and then started up a huge operation. Now there are thousands of us - and we’re still growing.

There have been tough spots along the way - stupid mistakes that I made, silly things I did, and dumb acts I committed that got me in hot water. But it was all for a good cause - and we’ve had a blast doing it. But now it’s time to move on.

Eight years in the same position and six years in one place is a long time - I stayed here for personal reasons, but also because it was fun. As a history buff, it’s tough to pull away from the place where our forefathers first marched against the British.. to walk the trail where Paul Revere road.. to stand at the bridge where the minutemen first confronted the British under arms.. to walk the deck of the USS Constitution.. to stare with respect at the grave of Sam Adams, and John Hancock, and many others….

On Thursday, I was promoted to a new position at our headquarters in Minneapolis. In less than two weeks, I head up into the great white north to take on an entirely new challenge: staffer. I’m going to be a project manager of sorts working on a couple initiatives. I’ll be commuting back and forth for a few months and then relocating permanently.

For ten years, I’ve led teams. Now I’m just going to be a part of one. That’s going to be a major change. No more office, now I’ll be in a cubicle. Gone is the casual dress code, back into suit and tie… things are certainly going to be different….

I expect the work to be difficult, highly challenging, creative, and have a major impact on what we’re doing. And that excites me. There are few feelings quite like taking a vision, breaking it down, and building that into something that we can execute - and that’s going to be alot of what I do in my new role. And I’m really looking forward to it.

But I will always miss my team. There’s never been a challenge in my life quite like leading a group of talented individuals. But I am so much the better for having worked with them. I’ll always be proud to have been a part of their team.

Christmas with the Family

My brother Steve and I having a chilled adult beverage at Rock Bottom Brewery in Boston. Scotch Ale for me, the Lumpy Dog for Steve:

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Galadriel checking out what she thought was her present - the Filene’s Box that Steve’s gift came in:

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A candid photo of my father Butch at the table this morning:

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Family Portrait

Here’s a picture from my recently completed vacation to Florida. This is at Ormond Beach, just north of Daytona Beach. And yes, I’m really that burned. The airshow really whooped my tail.

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Me on the left in the Boston cap, my mother Nancy in the middle, my father Butch on the right.

Yes, that’s really his name ;)