It’s Elementary, My Dear Ringo

I didn’t want to cause an international incident.  The last I needed was to start a war with Ireland.  How could I live with that on my conscience?  But seriously, this guy’s accent was driving me crazy.  I had to get to get to the bottom of it, even if it meant breaking protocol. 

It all started innocently enough.  A friend of mine was getting married in Ireland and trying to make the arrangements from back here in Kentucky.  Apparently securing a clergyman across an ocean is harder than catching a leprechaun, but my friend had finally found a reputable guy and needed a reference from her home church. 

That’s where I came in. 

It was my first overseas conference call, so I was pretty pumped.  Actually it was my first overseas call of any kind.   I felt like I was about to broker a million dollar deal with some high rolling business cartel. 

Continue reading

My Perfect Facebook Life

Social media is an awesome way to connect with all kinds of people, but when it comes to your online persona, just how honest are you?

For my take on this, check out my article, “My Perfect Facebook Life,” just published online in Southern Indiana Living Magazine. 

Also, don’t miss the sidebar,”What If Real Life Were Like Facebook?”  Thanks to my Facebook Friends for all of your awesome ideas. 

Print version hits the stands in a couple of days.

Too Good To Be True

Last fall my wife and I began house-shopping, hoping to get into something affordable while interest rates were low.  We looked at several homes but couldn’t find anything in our price range until one day our realtor stumbled onto a bank foreclosure. 

One glance inside and we fell in love.  It had to be the nicest looking foreclosure anyone had ever seen.  The front door opened to a two-story living room with a stone fireplace that went floor to ceiling.  Everywhere we looked we found cool touches like a window seat in the master bedroom and a Jack and Jill bathroom that would connect our girls’ rooms upstairs.  To top it all off, the bank had given it a fresh coat of paint and replaced all of the carpet. 
I couldn’t believe we were going to get into a house considerably larger than ours for almost the same house payment.  It seemed too good to be true.
Then we had the home inspection.  Not good. 
 On a snowy Monday morning, I met the home inspector and our termite inspectors at the house to check it out.  Everything seemed to be going great with the home inspector, but when the termite guys came out of the crawl space, they looked like a couple of doctors who were about to tell me I only had a few months to live. 
Hmm, I thought.   Something tells me I’m not going to like what they have to say.  The home inspector went down and investigated it for himself, then came back and broke the news.