Las Vegas as viewed from Henderson
I have always liked Reno better than Las Vegas. The small town feel. Not that I am much of a gamer. I like what Sir Charles says about it, paraphrasing: "I can afford to gamble, so I will."
Not that I can. But for those that can, fine.
However, I recently have seen another side to the argument. Henderson. The well manicured communities remind me a lot of Hilton Head Island. The temperature can be similar, except as we all have heard, in Vegas, "Its a dry heat."
Now I understand.
The weather man says it is 105. There is little shade. But no humidity, well almost none: 4%. I am surprized. It ain't all that bad. Sure, inside the air cconditioning is running. But I have been running around without the benefit of air while driving around town this weekend. Not bad. Hot? Sure. Unbearable? Not at all.
An unusual post, to be sure. But one that I wanted to share. Now that life has forked, with the passing of my dad. A reference to programming when a code's evolution becomes blocked along one path. Guess that I am ready to procede without his wisdom. Hard to imagine.
Life goes on.
-ski
Sunday, June 04, 2006
Las Vegas
Las Vegas as viewed from Henderson
I have always liked Reno better than Las Vegas. The small town feel. Not that I am much of a gamer. I like what Sir Charles says about it, paraphrasing: "I can afford to gamble, so I will."
Not that I can. But for those that can, fine.
However, I recently have seen another side to the argument. Henderson. The well manicured communities remind me a lot of Hilton Head Island. The temperature can be similar, except as we all have heard, in Vegas, "Its a dry heat."
Now I understand.
The weather man says it is 105. There is little shade. But no humidity, well almost none: 4%. I am surprized. It ain't all that bad. Sure, inside the air cconditioning is running. But I have been running around without the benefit of air while driving around town this weekend. Not bad. Hot? Sure. Unbearable? Not at all.
An unusual post, to be sure. But one that I wanted to share. Now that life has forked, with the passing of my dad. A reference to programming when a code's evolution becomes blocked along one path. Guess that I am ready to procede without his wisdom. Hard to imagine.
Life goes on.
-ski
Thursday, May 25, 2006
Distribution White Paper
Distribution White Paper
Now available from a Goldratt Consulting web site (requires registration, but is free to all), this White Paper explains the "Pull Distribution" method.
http://www.goldratt.info/distribution/
-ski
Monday, May 22, 2006
Sonny the Big Cat
The 3 Amigoes Jeff, Sonny, and JR Kinsey.
July 2000 in Sea Pines Plantation on Hilton Head Island.
A couple days ago, on May 19th my dad, Myron 'Sonny' Kinsey passed on to his reward. He will be missed. My son is in Ohio for the funeral. Going through family pictures, this one grabbed my attention.
Three generations of Kinseys. He would have been 71 years young today. Up until about two years ago, I greeted my dad by calling out to him, "Sonny the Big Cat!" It was with enthusiasm. With pride and excitement. Over the years, I watched him walk into many a CEOs' office and gain immediate attention and respect. Right past the secretary. Often, busting into the middle of on-going meetings. Nine out of 10 times, he was welcomed like a long lost friend. The odd event out, never seemed to bother him.
He was on a mission. Like the Blues Brothers, he was on a Mission from God. He must have known the love and respect I had for him. It was his constant query about when would my book be done, that birthed it. And then he set about getting it printed. Two years ago, he asked me to stop calling him the big cat. He changed. The beginning of the end, I guess. Much easier to see with hindsight... I miss him more than words could ever convey.
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My dad with my daughter and son twenty years ago! -jeff
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