The rains have arrived.
Again, summer ends. Red and
yellow leaves delight.
Seahawks, Dawgs, Cougars,
cozy woolens re-appear.
Sol flees south once more.
Curled by the fire, those
melancholic blues: these mark
true Seattleites.
The rains have arrived.
Again, summer ends. Red and
yellow leaves delight.
Seahawks, Dawgs, Cougars,
cozy woolens re-appear.
Sol flees south once more.
Curled by the fire, those
melancholic blues: these mark
true Seattleites.
Ann and I have just returned from three weeks on the island of Ireland -- wonderful weeks among wonderful people. We come home with great memories and sobering lessons to be learned.
Yes, it’s green – The Emerald Isle, more verdant than our Emerald City despite fewer trees -- its tidy pastures delineated with hedge rows in the north, stone walls in the south.And yes, the Irish live up to the stereotype of voluble, funny, and pub-loving; they value smiles and wit and their pint of Guinness.
No, she's not Irish; 100% Swedish |
The Silent Stormont |
Third lesson: Community: Ireland is a communal culture built
on four solid legs – family, home, pub, and the GAA.
· Family means loyalty, sharing, caring vertically, i.e., generationally, and horizontally, i.e., across legions of aunts, uncles, cousins, and seconds. Celebrating, caring for one another, and grieving together.
Home dinner with Paula and sister Helene' |
Home is treasured; The Republic's home ownership rate @ 71% exceeds the average of the
EU and that of the US. Homes are neat and well- kept. We never saw junk and cluttered yards. Graffiti and
homeless sleeping on streets is rarely seen.
It doesn't look like it, but 9-year-old Grace is teaching me Women's Irish Football. |
So, what do these two Irelands – the dysfunctional Northern and successful Republic -- have to teach us?
To me, the lessons are clear. Don’t give up on the idea of America. Reduce sectarianism and restore civility. Demand and help create a pragmatic government that works. Build on shared interests and shared commitment to the American experiment a fair, tolerant, welcoming space in which each person can work to realize his or her or their aspirations.
We should aspire to live up to the apt and lovely Irish saying,
“There are no strangers here, only friends you have not yet met.” [1]
[1] This
popular saying is persistently mis-attributed to the national-treasure poet,
playwright, and author William Butler Yeats. There is no evidence that Yeats
ever said, wrote, or published those words. But as our friend Sean Buckley likes
to say, “never let truth interfere with a good story.”
From The Lake Hotel, Killarney, County Kerry, Republic of Ireland.
As this 9/11 approached, the start of my 90th lap
around the sun, I have been ruminating on what I have come to believe. Years
ago, at General Mills, Bob Blake, our Director of Advertising, and Larry
Gibson, our Director of Consumer Research, taught me that acts, i.e., one’s
behaviors, result from one’s beliefs. Our questions then were what do they – our
prospects – now believe and what do we want them to come to believe so that
they will act as we wish? This pertained then and subsequently to purchases
of packaged foods, toys and games; to selection of restaurants and to choice of
hotels and resorts.
Now, the questions pertain to me.
Well, what have I come to believe?
I have come to believe