Posts Tagged ‘Indiana’

What He Said

Saturday, April 17th, 2010
Tecumseh

Tecumseh

Live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart.

Trouble no one about their religion; respect others in their views,and demand that they respect yours.

Love your life, perfect your life, beautify all things in your life.

Seek to make your life long and of service to your people.

Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide.

Always give a word or sign of salute when meeting or passing a stranger if in a lonely place.

Show respect to all people, but grovel to none.

When you arise in the morning, give thanks for the light, for your life and strength.

Give thanks for your food and for the joy of living.  If you see no reason for giving thanks,the fault lies in yourself.

When your time comes to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with fear of death,so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way.

Sing your death song, and die like a hero going home.

- Tecumseh of the Shawnee Nation, whose tribe hunted and lived on the land in Indiana where I grew up

Love and the Bel-Tone Episode

Thursday, June 12th, 2008

Much of what I learned about improvisation in business came from my father, “Cowboy Bob” a farmer, entrepreneur and incorrigible dreamer from Ireland, Indiana by way of Louisville, Kentucky.

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As my friend, the screenwriter Christopher Lofton, describes my early relationship with Cowboy Bob: “He was a teacher who didn’t know what he was teaching and you were a student who didn’t know what you were learning.” But teach and learn we did, and today I gladly share what I learned with my own sons, and with anyone else who’s interested. All you have to do is ask. (more…)

A Public Apology to Charles Sten

Tuesday, March 25th, 2008

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When I saw Charles Stenftenagel identified in an article in the Food section of the New York Times a few weeks ago as the person who’d come up with the name ‘yumberry’ for the juice of the yang-mei berry grown in China, I squirmed like a lab rat with a needle to its brain, because I owed the man an apology. So here goes… (more…)

Grammy

Thursday, January 24th, 2008

Until last week, I had not seen my friend, Dr. Greg “Grammy” Gramelspacher, in 20 years. Not since he had become a doctor specializing in care for the dying poor. Not since he and his wife, Mary Lou, and their three children moved to Kenya to work in the poorest villages there for two years in the mid ’90s, then back to Indianapolis, where today he’s on the faculty of the Indiana University Medical School and works in Palliative Care at Wishard Hospital in the heart of the city. Not since he appeared in Bill Moyers’ series On Our Own Terms on PBS a few years ago.

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There’s been a lot of water under the bridge in those 20 years, but we picked up like it was just yesterday back in Jasper, Indiana, when we were dreaming about the bigger world away from there, and aching to get at it. (more…)

The ABRO Model

Friday, November 2nd, 2007

It is an organization built to operate in the Networked World.

An international export company based, paradoxically, in the landlocked U.S. town of South Bend, Indiana, its manufacturing plants are scattered around the globe. Its main warehouse is in Charleston, South Carolina. Its biggest customer is in Nigeria

It has 20 employees, and this year will book sales of over $125 million (up from $50 million ten years ago). More than $20 million of that total will come out of Nigeria, a country where Industrial Age exporters feared to tread, the commonly accepted wisdom being that you couldn’t get your money out of there.

ABRO Tape1In the early 1980s, when ABRO Industries operated as the United Export Company, it branded one of the the few products it exported at the time, masking tape, with the name ABRO to protect the markets it was beginning to open. The brand’s first packaging featured images of Ford-sized factories when in reality the only ‘plant’ the company had was a small, nondescript office near the South Bend airport. (Today, soccer is their signature graphic.) (more…)