Charlotte Airport. Three sales reps sitting talking thinking posturing laughing

• making good choices at the highest level
• Do we fight the fight right now, or wait until next week
• Because it makes sense
• You started it
• I think it needs to be like a deep deep dive. Based on the questions he asks we bring in the resources behind
• the piece of the puzzle that's not defined
• You should be having this conversation with your clients now
• leverage the platform
• you've got to tell the whole package
• body of knowledge. whole story. shiny object on the shelf. 
• easy street
• that could be a harvest blah blah

the lingo changes over time, but not much else

Tranquility in the Airport Lounge

 Amex Lounge, Minneapolis Airport. 

Tranquility to me is simply being in a place that you don't want to leave. An airport lounge is usually not such a place. But on this day I am sitting alone, writing, drinking coffee, watching the day unfold undisturbed. I am on a trip to  Charlotte to wrap up a family business matter. It is without controversy or messiness. It is unfolding just as it was supposed to. Nearby are people to assist me with my travels but they keep their distance and are silent. If you were sitting across from me I would speak this now: "I could stay here all day". 

So as I write I am draw to other times and places when I had this same sort of sense, that temporary well-beingness. I know this will pass but it was worth the wait. This overwhelming desire that the day last very very long. 

Other times...

Once when sitting in the parking lot of a Best Western in Oregon. Cigar and crossword puzzle in hand. Why this always comes to mind is lost to me. 

An evening with good friends at Cajun's Wharf restaurant in Arkansas. 1980's. 

Fishing with my oldest daughter in the dawn of her adulthood. 

On the couch with my wife, watching the snow fall. Any winter. 

Listening to Jack Buck call a Cardinals game. Cigar. Back deck of my brother Kevin's house. Early 2010s. 

Driving across the Flint Hills region of Kansas with my youngest daughter. 

Throwing a baseball with my son, mid 90s, our back yard, 8pm. 

Roan Mountain State Park, When I am the only one there. 

Jackson Square, New Orleans. Cafe DuMonde. Early Morning. Katrina aftermath. 

When was the last time someone cried because they were happy to see you

Not counting the day you were born. 

When one is a hospice volunteer, it happens all the time.