How starved for love was the baby-boomer generation? We bought “Pet Rocks” to keep us company. Yeah, that’s right. If you don’t remember the first go-round of puka shell necklaces, wide-bottom bell bottoms, waffle stompers, or you have no idea what Stephen Tyler did before American Idol, then you had absolutely no idea that your parents may have been a couple of the millions who bought a rock and called it their pet. Sick, huh?
According to the CDC (Center for Disease Control), the majority of Americans have some work to do in order to improve their quality of life. Yes, the same folks who talk to us about the flu and the other maladies of our time are now suggesting that we work diligently to improve our “sense of well-being” as a means by which to live a healthier life. Apparently, a merry heart does make for good medicine.
Years ago, I said to anybody who would listen (a scant group, as I recall) that I would gladly exchange a business degree for a psychology degree any time. My point was that the data dump of accounting and finance nuts and bolts isn’t exclusively what is needed to survive long-term in the business world.
“God is great, beer is good and people are crazy.” From my perch, these have to be some of the best song lyrics ever written – succinct and true. Country music’s poet laureates have done it again. Apparently, the smell of deep-fried cigarette butts, complemented by the beer soaked floor planks found at the end of a rural route known only by a letter, makes for some great creative inspiration.
A couple of weeks ago, Charles Barkley, basketball analyst with a robust personality and an opinion to match, continued his trademark penchant for controversy by negatively commenting on Michael Jordan. Charles pulled no punches in telling the world that Michael didn’t know how to evaluate personnel.