I have never ordered a meal from “Skip The Dishes”, “Grub Hub”, “Uber Eats” or the disturbingly increasing number of these services. Okay, we get pizzas delivered and for a treat, Chinese Food. But before you call me a hypocrite, I’d like to point out what concerns me. The Internet promised a whole new world…
Talk about a loaded title for a blog! This subject is timeless, but the high beams have lit up social and mainstream media about this for the last few weeks. I started to write about my take on the idea a few weeks ago after Canadian celebrity and polarizing sports figure, Don Cherry got fired..
My Dad was an avid golfer. He was also a great man who I vividly remember mellowing with age. He was a service manager for a large farm implement and industrial truck dealership under the International Harvester brand. My Mom told me how much my coming into their home changed him from a gruff, sometimes..
Had the great joy of joining my friend Jane Atkinson on her Podcast.
So incredibly excited to post a new video about my life on “Goalcast”! Please share and get the news out that our planet is not dying! It’s full of life and hope and stories that are essential to the most powerful emotion I ever learned…Hope! Namaste🙏👣Alvin On Goalcast
“Southeast Asian and Chinese companies with more women on their boards delivered better financial results then those dominated by men, according to a study by International Finance Corp.” Bloomberg News I live a fascinating profession. Yes, I said that correctly. I had a remarkable observation last week while..
Any organization, whether a huge one, small one, for profit, non-profit, volunteer absolutely needs a mission statement and clarity surrounding its reason for being. It’s a cultural climate that allows for the best environment to, yes, “work”, but more important, every level of Leadership need to improve their relationships with their people because they are..
My Mom had a great line when I was a little boy and people called me “Crippled” or “Freak”. She reminded me; “Labels Are For Jars, Son” It’s almost funny to me, and I do mean the essence of irony. In 1981, my yet to be recognized “life path” took me from an FM Radio..