Why Mondays? Good question. I’m asked periodically why I call my weekly email the Monday Morning Boost. I’ve been writing and sharing it every Monday for just over four years. What started as a simple way to keep in touch with a few clients has expanded to hundreds of subscribers via email, LinkedIn, Facebook, and right here at Red Edge Marketing. Still, why Mondays? I’ve always enjoyed Mondays. I like the start of the new week, the routine of getting…
“Businesses succeed when they solve problems.” Nothing fancy, but that was the core advice shared by Jonathan Johnson, chairman of Overstock.com. Johnson was the keynote speaker at the Cache Chamber of Commerce annual awards dinner last month. Elisa and I enjoyed getting to know Johnson and his wife a little bit, and picking up a few business tidbits he was gracious enough to share. When businesses focus on solving problems, as Johnson suggested, then they’re on the path for success….
The Army Omelets tradition started when Elisa was just a young child. Her father, George “Buddy” Peterson, loved omelets, especially those served in the Army chow halls. So twice a year on the first Sunday in October and April, when the family’s normal Sunday schedule took a hiatus, Dad whipped up his Army Omelets. When Elisa and I were married the Army Omelet tradition carried on. On the same Sundays twice a year I set my hand at cracking eggs,…
His truck was painted Marine Corps red. His Dress Blues were Marine Corps sharp. Sgt. Dan Gyllenskog was once a Marine… and he never forgot it. “Once a Marine. Always a Marine. Semper Fi.” Dan was known by many names… Sgt. Dan, Mailman Dan, Plumber Dan, and Muskrat (from his trapper days). I first knew him as “Dutch Oven Dan” as official cook for the Michael J. Allred “Ride for the Fallen.” Dan’s Dutch Ovens was a family business, but…
Twenty five years ago today a love story began. It’s not a perfect love story, it’s full of challenges, mistakes, and rough patches. But it’s also full of joy, happiness, wonder, and amazement. Most importantly, it’s full of kindness, forgiveness, hope and love. Elisa and I grew up in the same neighborhood. Her dad was my scoutmaster and I helped sheetrock their basement as a teenager. But Elisa was three years younger than me — a lifetime when you’re a…
Cancer came into my life Christmas 1993. It was Stage II Hodgkin’s Lymphoma, a cancer that attacks the lymphatic system (lymph nodes) which is part of our body’s immune system. Elisa and I were struggling college students trying to get through school and raise three little boys. Cancer threw a dramatic twist into our life, and then I lost my job. But let me share the story of how that Christmas became one of our greatest ever… and the blessings…
The NBA’s Washington Bullets were the acknowledged underdogs during 1977-78 playoffs. They barely qualified for the playoffs, finishing the regular season with a dismal 44-38 record under second-year head coach Dick Motta. The Bullets won their division then took on the San Antonio Spurs in the Eastern Conference finals. With the Bullets leading the series 3-1, San Antonio sportscaster Dan Cox attempted to rally fans for the struggling Spurs by uttering a single phrase that rallied a team all the…
Not many people remember much about their kindergarten teacher. About all, I remember of mine is her name, Mrs. Davis, and how much my cousin Gordy and I drove her crazy. Our dads were brothers, and Gordy and I acted like brothers. Sitting next to each other, we talked continuously and we didn’t like nap time. The seating chart was soon switched around and I guess things probably were better. But then maybe not, as kindergarten was the only time…
My daughters are not only sisters to each other, they’re best friends. They talk about everything, hang out together, and share friends. And most of the time they still think mom and dad are pretty cool; well, at least mom! Like I said, they’re sisters and best friends. Recently I’ve found myself saying to them “Remember the and,” as in “she’s your sister and your best friend.” It’s usually when they’re talking to each other in a way that their…
I met Paul this past week in San Diego. My family and I were there visiting our son Clint who is a Marine stationed at Camp Pendleton. We visited the base, spent a day at the San Diego Zoo, and toured the Mormon Battalion Museum. We slept in, walked on the beach, watched movies, read books, and spent plenty of time playing Rummy, UNO, and 3/13. Friday it was finally warm enough to play in the water and attempt to…