When I was a very small boy something very insignificant happened that changed the course of my life. We were poor. Not dirt po’, not sharecropper po’, but we didn’t have much money. My father had been gone a long time, my now-single mother, and her mother, and my older brother were now my only … Read moreStop Dialing It Back.
Thomas Leonard was not yet 48 years old when he died suddenly of a massive heart attack on February 11, 2003. I had met him only once, and briefly, a couple of years earlier. The closest I ever came to a personal conversation with him was a 15-minute telephone “laser” coaching session we had some … Read moreRemembering “t”