From where I'm standing right now there must be 150 workers pounding or moving or sawing something. It is a symphony of construction that has been over 100 days in the making. The fate of some presidencies is settled in less time that it takes to build this thing.
I'm standing in line at the Starbucks at the Jackson-Evers International Airport in Jackson, Mississippi. I can see the newsstand from here, and sure enough there's a little blurb about Howard Schultz taking over the CEO spot at the 'Bucks.
"MLK??!!? MLK?!?!? Hey man, this guy is no Martin." So says the guy a couple of tables over. He's responding to another fella here at Big Jim's off Highway 253 in Southern Georgia who has just compared Barack Obama to Dr. King and Robert Kennedy.
It is 6:15 am and it is 19 degrees. The grass is frozen, but the bonfire is high and the hearts are warm. We are beginning a day's worth of quail hunting on the Pine Hill Plantation in southern Georgia. For Roger Johnson, the CEO of publicly traded Knologoy, it is very much about coming home.
It sounds a little like an angry bee. The tattoo needle doing it's job. The job it's doing right now is on a young women's butt, "freshening up" a couple of cherries. Nice work. And so are the tattoos. The name of the place is Vince Neil Ink, and for rock and roll aficionados, it is "that" Vince Neil, lead singer for 80's rock mega band, Motley Crue.
"Oh, it's the world's largest, there is no doubt about that." The man saying that is wearing a red sport coat and leading you through a maze of custom made Christmas ornaments, past a literal forest of artificial trees, and in through the back of the store. "Store" probably is not the right term. "Wally's World" might be a better way of describing it.
There are allot of topics floating around in the air in the coffee shop here in Sandusky, Ohio. The Mitchell Report on steroids in major league baseball ranks, well, it doesn't. Not in the top ten. Why? Maybe it's too long. So I submit for you perusal...