Forget straws and plastic bottles. There’s so much business jargon out there that it is polluting the environment. As I sit in meetings and seminars, I count the number of times people use worn-out business phrases. As in life, baseball … Continue reading “At the End of the Day”
The funniest line I ever heard was in a scene from The Music Man. Marian Paroo, the winsome librarian who is very mistrustful of men, has just declared her love for Prof. Harold Hill in song on a footbridge overlooking … Continue reading Rudy Frimmel, Where Art Thou?
As incredible as it sounds, he’s back. Bobby Bronco is harder to shake than a Canadian quarter, and you never know what he’ll say. It’s almost worth the two-drink minimum. You want tickets, really? Click here, then have your head … Continue reading Mittwoch Matinee
For tickets, go to Bobby Bronco, click on “July 8,” follow prompts. Add “Robert Brancatelli” to Notes. If, even after all this, you still want more, go to Robert Brancatelli. By doing so, you hold me harmless from any liability and … Continue reading Mittwoch Matinee
I have a grandson who keeps the food on his plate separate. The chicken can’t touch the pasta, which can’t touch the beans, which have to be placed away from the bread. There can be no mingling of the elements, … Continue reading “Bobby Bronco”
Haven’t had enough? Go to Robert Brancatelli. Continue reading Mittwoch Matinee
I don’t have a bucket list. I don’t want to climb Mount Everest, swim to Cuba, or sleep in a yurt (or with a yak). However, I find the idea of pitching an inning in a major league baseball game … Continue reading Stand-Up, Now Sit Down