I do not, nor have I ever, claimed to be an expert; but expertise it seems is relative.
For example, I present to you my brother-in-law.
Let it be said that there are very few things I could ever teach this man. VERY few things. He is a junior executive at IBM, hugely skilled and respected in what he does. He is the type of husband, father, and man I aspire to become, and he is nicer than I am. I am sure you are nice, but he is nicer than you too. This will explain how good he is at his job…
THIS IS WHAT HE WEARS TO WORK.
His wife asked the Mrs. and I to help, he agreed.
Now keep in mind we didn’t want to shock anyone to death. Lest you think this outfit is nothing to post about, scroll back up to that top picture.
Which one looks more like the guy you would rather work for?
Upon reveal this one went over like a lead balloon. I think it will grow on them. The sweater was built for this guy. Perhaps I was projecting here but seriously, he can rock this top anywhere and be both comfortable and presentable. And finally this:
We all liked this one best. Nothing big time, he just looks better. Clothes aside, look at his face and realize this is a grown man who is allowing his juvenile brother-in-law to dress him up and do a photo shoot. Who will second my nomination for best sport of the year?
Now above mentioned company are fantastic hosts, we keep going back, but best host of the year without question goes to Chris Cox and Company over at Easy and Elegant Life.
We stopped by to deliver his portrait and as always he made us feel like royalty. His wife is hilarious, his kids entertained ours, and we even liked his dog. Really, he should give lessons… I guess kind of, he already does.
It’s not all study spots… but mostly it is.
There was some politiligous (I coined the word. It will catch on, just wait) events as well.
There was as always plenty of commuting
Not everything is underground and urban, or even collegiate.
And, I finally got kicked out of my first “Study Spot of the Day”.
I find these study spots by simply walking into buildings I haven’t been in before and finding a place to get comfortable. I figured that if I wasn’t supposed to be there someone would let me know. Finally, someone let me know.
Really? I say if they don’t want me in the stadium they should lock the door. “Closed practice?” I wonder if they could use another coach? I may be available next season.
Oh yeah… and a driving lesson
If you can’t tell; my little stone friend is hugging a football. Agreed, little guy, agreed.