Risk Takers

Entrepreneurs who become billionaires took a lot of risks, found huge success, and acquired fortunes that should last for generations. Some people take issue with those roughly 800 Americans (0.0000024 of the population) – pointing out how much greater compensated they are than the employees who actually do the work.

They have a point, as the $112 trillion held by billionaires is more than twice the total wealth of the bottom 50 percent of households combined. Ownership of professional sports teams, $200 million yachts and private island playgrounds reinforce the image of the overpaid, spoiled, out of touch, mostly male, 99% white, elite.

Often, though, those same billionaires do plenty of good for the rest of us: giving to the arts, sponsoring university buildings, funding medical research, contributing locally and nationally to those in need.

Many signed The Giving Pledge to contribute a majority of their wealth to charities upon death, including Warren Buffett, who will (eventually) give away 99% of his net worth. Heck, the cofounder of Duty Free Shoppers – now 90-year-old Charles ‘Chuck’ Feeney – took it a step further, giving it all away while living, donating more than $8 billion, which left he and his wife $2 million in their retirement nest egg.

Then there are the three dreamers who envision a new frontier… colonization of faraway places. Richard Branson soared to an altitude of 53 miles on July 11. Jeff Bezos took it further this morning… past the Karman line that divides earth’s atmosphere and space. Elon Musk put down a deposit on Branson’s Virgin Galactic – although he’s said to be staying grounded, focused on reducing space transportation costs.

Exploration is expensive. Columbus’s journey would cost $40 million in today’s dollars. The Mercury-Apollo program totaled $280 billion in 2021 dollars. The U.S. spends $3 billion yearly to support the International Space Station. Yet, exploration may be etched into the core of humanity… dating to the first caveman who decided to cross that flowing stream and see what was on the other side of the hill.

On July 20, 1969 – 52 years ago today – Neil Armstrong took his ‘one giant leap for mankind.’ Years later, one of the original Mercury 7 astronauts, Walter Schirra, who was seated next to Walter Cronkite on CBS for that historic event, wrote: “Moon and back. We did confirm a round trip from the very beginning. And ‘moonandback’ is one word. No hyphens. No commas.”

I know where I was that Sunday at 9:56 p.m. Texas time. Something tells me my yet-to-be-born great grandchildren will watch even more amazing achievements in space.

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Halfway There

She says, we’ve got to hold on to what we’ve got
It doesn’t make a difference if we make it or not
We’ve got each other and that’s a lot for love
We’ll give it a shot

If you are a fan of 80’s Glam Metal – or prefer the New Jersey superstar not named Bruce Springsteen or Billy Joel – you know the next line:

Woah, we’re halfway there
Woah, livin’ on a prayer
Take my hand, we’ll make it I swear
Woah, livin’ on a prayer

The star-crossed lovers of Bon Jovi’s stadium rock staple were facing dire times. Tommy isn’t getting paid because the union is on strike. Gina dreams of running away and cries in the night.

While it isn’t clear how the story ends, the song provides hope they made it. A year ago, hope was a long shot. Six months ago, hope gave way to promise. Recently, promise stepped aside for good health. 

You live for the fight when it’s all that you’ve got

Here’s to having made it through our darkest days. Here’s to a great second half of 2021. Here’s to answered prayers.

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I’m In

A technique used by meeting facilitators is to conduct a ‘check-in’ at the start of the day. Participants share a comment – ‘I’m energized…’ – then state – ‘…and I’m in.’ Of course, depending on what they’re feeling, the first part might be: “I’m frustrated’ or ‘I’m angry’ or ‘I’m distracted.’ Utilizing this approach signals to everyone the individual mood elevators within the room.

‘I’m in’ is a common phrase. It could be an email to your buddy in the office: “If you do Chinese takeout for lunch, I’m in.” It might be a reply to a friend who asked, ‘We’re heading to the lake for the Fourth, want to join us?” It could be a high school senior opening a big envelope from their preferred college choice, looking up with a smile and saying to parents, “I’m in.”

When my brother and his former Wall Street investment peers started discussing Bitcoin and the blockchain in the fall of 2017, I read their email exchanges without responding. When the price soared toward $18,000 that December, I finally commented.

“I’ve read a lot about this,” I wrote. “The blockchain is a game-changer. The question is: will Bitcoin be the one people adopt or will another crypto overtake it? Remember Commodore 64? Bitcoin is being hyped by a generation much younger than us. I’m out.”

When Bitcoin fell to $3,000, I felt brilliant. When it soared to $60,000 earlier this year, I felt like an idiot. When it dropped to near $30,000 a couple of weeks ago? Well, I’ve read a lot more, so I said, “I’m in” – buying a little Bitcoin and a little more Ethereum.

So why now?

FOMO? YOLO? ICYMI?

IMHO putting a tiny bit of our investment portfolio toward something that could end up being the real thing – now that crypto is mainstream – seems wise. After all, younger folks are doing life different than us older ones, so why not join in?

Is it the right decision? IDK. Gonna leave it to our three kids to decide after we transition to the big ethernet in the sky.

HBU?

TTYL

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Fruitful Misdirection

June 9, 1981… I’m sitting with nine rising college seniors in the office of the news director of KDFW-TV in Dallas. We’re there to start our summer news internship. He’s going around the room, asking each of us what we envision for a career. When it’s my turn, I say, “I really want to be in sports, but you didn’t have that internship here.”

Bob Henry stands up, says to the others, ‘Excuse us,’ and takes me across the open newsroom to the small cubicle of the sports director. “Find something for this kid to do the next 10 weeks,” he says. The sports director looks at me and replies, “OK, but I’m leaving this afternoon for Milwaukee, so you’ll have to wait. Oh, and see that pretty woman out there? She’s mine. Stay away.”

I recall the next day clearly, because Major League Baseball went on strike. When he returned, the sports director asked me what I knew about sports. I brain-dumped a whole lot of trivia… and told him I’d had a sports internship in Austin at ‘the worst television station in Texas.’ I mentioned that because of limited resources, I got to do everything and learned how to edit videotape highlights.

A few weeks later, he went out of town again and asked me to pick him up at Love Field when he returned. I lived in Fort Worth and wasn’t all that familiar with the Dallas airport area. On the way back to our downtown TV station, I got lost. So we spent an hour in the car… talking and getting to know each other. That 33-year-old man and this 21-year-old kid became fast friends.

The summer passed quickly, the internship went well, and my last day arrived. A few hours before Live at Five, he said, “I’d like you to be my sports producer.” I said: “That would be great. I graduate in May.” He said, “The job won’t be here in May, I need you now.”

That evening, he spoke to my parents and told them he would ensure I’d graduate… and the next morning I drove to Austin to meet with the Dean of the Journalism School, written job offer in hand. “We’re here to educate and prepare you for a career. Seems we did that.” UT waved the ‘last 24 hours must be taken on campus’ rule and I went to work on Labor Day 1981 – making $5.05 per hour. It was a blast… and I learned so much from him.

On June 12, 1982, I was Best Man at the wedding of the sports director and the pretty woman. He worked there another year, got fired, and moved across town a week later to WFAA. There he found fame by airing strong opinions on sports and injustices of the world.

Fast-forward four decades to the day from that first meeting. He’s retiring in a few months. Congratulations to you and Chris for a well-earned rest – and thank you for taking a chance on me, Dale Hansen.

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Curtain Call

Curtain Call

Growing up in Fort Worth, I sometimes accompanied my parents to Casa Manana for summer-stock productions of Broadway shows. The first one I remember attending was ‘Hello Dolly’ starring Ruta Lee. That theatre-in-the-round experience gave 11-year-old me an appreciation of musicals that continues today.

Here’s my ranking of shows I have attended:

Top 5

Hamilton
Les Mis (Seen 7 times)
Phantom (6x)
Come From Away
Wicked

Next 5

Miss Saigon
Will Rogers Follies
Secret Garden
Million Dollar Quartet
Jelly’s Last Jam

11-20

Jesus Christ Superstar (3x)
Guys and Dolls
Five Guys Named Moe
Godspell (2x)
The Wiz
Putnam County Spelling Bee
Forever Plaid
Beehive
Kissless (Local H.S. production; never made Broadway)

The Classics

Annie
Annie Get Your Gun
Best Little Whorehouse in Texas
Damn Yankees
Evita
Fiddler on the Roof
Grease
Hairspray
Hello Dolly
Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat
Mame
Man of LaMancha
Music Man
Oklahoma
Showboat
Sound of Music
West Side Story

3 I’ll Never See Again

Brigadoon
Li’l Abner
Starlight Express

2 I Haven’t Seen And Will

The Lion King
Dear Evan Hansen

1 I Like That Most Don’t

Cats

From 1974-76, Ruta Lee was co-host of High Rollers on NBC with a little known fellow Canadian: Alex Trebek. She headlined at Casa for decades – last performing there in 2015. Coincidentally, Ruta Lee was born on this date in 1935. Happy Birthday… and thank you.

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