We recently discovered a fascinating book entitled “Frommer’s 500 Places To See Before They Disappear,” written by Holly Hughes. The author states on the back cover of this 2008 work: “Though this book was originally conceived as a handbook for eco-tourists, it soon became clear that we couldn’t separate natural and man-made attractions.
I’m Daniel Seddiqui and I’ve traveled to all 50 states. I’ve worked 50 different careers in 50 weeks. Sound crazy? My mission is to explore the diverse careers, environments, and cultures offered in America. A majority of Americans are blind to the opportunities that exist in the United States.
Don’t Buy It. A Philosophy of Business. A Philosophy of Life.
Success in business or life comes with these fundamental words: “I hear what you’re saying. But I don’t buy it.” It’s what college is supposed to leave us with, the power of critical thinking.
As I think back to when I was a youngster in the 1950s, and some of the things that my brother and I used to do, it makes me realize how the times have really changed. We didn’t need video games and computers back then to keep us busy. We were not inside all of the time in front of a computer.
When people walk into the New Deal Gallery, the first question they often ask is, “What did this place used to be?” The answer is, “It used to be a tuberculosis sanitarium.” How did part of a sanitarium become an art gallery?
Jamie Breed brought her father, James Lacy, to the StoryCorps Mobile Booth while it was parked in Abilene, Texas. He was 90 years old at the time. Lacy is originally from Sidney, Texas, a cross- roads in Comanche County. His father ran a general store there in the 1920s.And in this radio story, Lacy remembers working with his dad.
The first lesson I learned concerning fiscal matters is that making money is easy. The fact is anyone can do it. I started making money before I was nine years old, and I’ve never stopped. Like any smart entrepreneur, I identified a market niche that the bigger boys missed, thereby avoiding undo and overwhelming competition from those bigger and meaner than I.
My grandfather took me to the fish pond on the farm when I was about seven, and he told me to throw a stone into the water. He told me to watch the circles created by the stone. Then he asked me to think of myself as that stone person.
I look over my shoulder every few minutes to see how my five passengers are handling their first ride in an animal carrier in the back of my pickup truck. They have webbed feet which are firmly planted so they can constantly adjust to the turns and stops of the truck. The air flows smoothly across their sleek dappled gray and white feathers, occasionally ruffling the feathers of their necks as they turn to look at each other, and toward me.
Washington State seems to hold many adventures for all levels of campers, hikers, and day trippers. One location my husband found was in Kittitas County called Manastash Ridge. My husband, Christopher, insisted that this would be the best camping trip of the summer. Not only did I point out that this was just the first camping trip, but I’d never even heard of the place.