There is an Eastern European folk tale that is called Axe Porridge1. The story begins: Once upon a time, an old soldier was returning home from the wars. He had been walking all day. He was tired and hungry. Night was drawing close. He needed a meal, and somewhere to spend the night. Soon he came to a little village. He knocked on the door of the first hut. A little old woman opened the door. ‘What do you want?’ she asked him. ‘I am looking for a place to stay the night,’ replied the soldier. ‘Come in then,’ said the old woman. She opened the door wide, and stepped Read more

When you work a lot of hours, even favorite movies remind you of your job. That often happens with me. Recently I was watching those good old episodes of Star Wars and got frustrated with how Darth Vader treated his staff and wondered about the destiny of the Death Star. Moff Jerjerrod: Lord Vader, this is an unexpected pleasure. We are honored by your presence… Darth Vader: You may dispense with the pleasantries, Commander. I’m here to put you back on schedule. Moff Jerjerrod: I assure you, Lord Vader. My men are working as fast as they can. Darth Vader: Perhaps I can find new ways to motivate them. Moff Read more