The Love of My Life | Living Your Passion

It is powdered donut day. It is hard to believe it is the fifth powdered donut day. Powdered donut day is a ritual, just like the ritual of spring break that we are about to finish or the ritual of making Maureen’s tea and lunch each weekday morning or the Eagle Scout ritual that we just celebrated with my nephew, Joshua Gable. Rituals are incredibly important; they mark moments, just like we use time itself to mark moments. Outside of the rising and setting of the sun, time itself is a human construct. We use it to mark moments. On Monday this past week, we marked a moment. Joshua, Taylor’s cousin, just a month younger, received this important award in the life of a young man. It is the highest award from the Boy Scouts of America. It marks a unique set of boys. Only 4 percent of boys that join the BSA reach this rank. I reached it as a young man. My son, Taylor, is on his own path to Eagle. When Joshua’s Eagle court of honor coincided with our spring break, there was no question. We would make the drive to the Gables in Chattanooga to celebrate this moment. As folks that follow our story know, we are road trip people. We had the privilege of celebrating Joshua’s Eagle, a well deserved recognition, and we got to drive!! Just being with Maureen’s sister this week, as well as with her mom and dad, who also drove up from South Carolina, reminded me how privileged I am. I not only married an amazing woman. I married an...

The Love of My Life | Shall I Take the Drive?

Tuesday morning of this week I was on the Northwestern University shuttle between the Chicago campus and the Evanston campus. It was a pleasant morning by Chicago standards… a bit cloudy and misty, unlike the day before. When I arrived on Monday, it was sunny and pleasant, a welcome respite for Chicagoans who had been fussing with yet another cold and snowy winter. In order to understand the intense emotions I felt that morning on the shuttle, though, I need to digress and talk about my dinner the night before. Out of respect for the family’s privacy, I will not reveal with whom I had dinner. For the purposes of this story, it is enough to know that Maureen and my path intersected with theirs in our early days at Apple in the late 1980s and early 1990s. We were more than colleagues but weren’t necessarily close friends outside of the office. However, Monday night at Gino’s East, as I reconnected with my Apple friend, our conversation started as if we were friends that had been talking every day these past 25 years. We didn’t skip a beat after we got past the reality of 25 years. My bald head, shaved in honor of Kethan, who exited this world too soon due to the side effects of leukemia, and her naturally black hair, rather than the blond I remembered, were temporary exterior hiccups that preceded the giant hug that followed. We hugged because we share something far deeper than our connection at Apple. We have spouses that we love; spouses with whom we have created life (3 children in...