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Dear Sirs,
On today’s flight LX 981 from Geneva to Lugano, I was the sixth person to whom the attendant offered newspapers. By the time she got to me, there were no more papers in French or English. I understand that sometimes you are caught by surprise, and have more people on board who actually know how to read than you have anticipated. This seems to happen fairly frequently.
I believe I have found a solution: you should raise the fares ! Yes, I know your inland air fares per kilometer are among the most expensive in the world, but I’m sure that people will not mind paying a little more for extra service. Therefore, I suggest you raise the fare on all flights by 2 francs. This will pay for a newspaper for each passenger. For business class, you can raise the fare Fr 3.25, thereby offering them the International Herald Tribune (and, incidentally, providing the first noticeable enhancement of business class service over economy class.)
While I am writing, I would also like to congratulate you for your configuration of the Avro RJ 100, which permits cramming 97 passengers into that little plane. Well done! It happens I have some experience in the area, as during my university days we stuffed 31 students into a trash container built to hold no more than 24. It is this expertise which permits me to observe that you still have not used all available space on the aircraft. Above the passengers’ heads, below the overhead compartment, there is room to insert more passengers in a horizontal position. If you were to hang a net below the overhead, you could get a row of people down each side. You might wish to offer a fare reduction for these passengers (they won’t be reading newspapers, anyhow.)
It is not necessary to write to thank me for these suggestions. However, in case you would like further information, I have enclosed a postage stamp for your reply.
Best regards,
Robert J Gebhardt

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Harvard bought this?

I recently came across the essay I wrote on the last page of my application to Harvard Business School. I was hoping someone in the HBS Admissions Office would recognize Dante’s terza rima meter. No, not really. I actually thought I had no chance of getting in, the application was due, so I said what the hell…

I must admit I’m not turned off by thoughts
Of money, name and power, and other fruits
Of business fields. For credit cards and yachts
Can of themselves do no one harm, nor suits
Of tweed confine the ardent activist;
Evil grows from many different roots.
And yet a really human humanist,
Arriving at the middle of life’s path,
Would’ve rather been a hippy communist
And never shaved, nor ever had a bath
Than to have left in the Universal Tub
A ring that’s worthy of Joe Namàth.
If every business is a social hub,
Its human spokes no longer make it roll
When dignity is worn down to the nub.
And as is charged with punishments the scroll
Ambition writes for Captains of Industry,
We all must help to pay the cosmic toll.
To be a Pope one doesn’t study chemistry
(Though it wouldn’t hurt one all the same),
Nor did U Thant read books on dentistry.
School is just the chalk-talk before the game,
But it helps to know the plays before you get in.
The MBA provides a technical frame
For goals and other studies to be set in.
And of all the graduate schools at Harvard, there’s not
Another one that I could ever be let in.

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Mental Hygiene

During those tedious but obligatory idle moments – such as brushing my teeth, filling the gas tank, or at the barber – my thoughts often stray to my relatives. It’s usually my cousins who come first to mind, starting with the older ones. There were the twins, Nancy and Patsy, who lived on a farm, and Peggy and Carolyn, who lived in Denver. Both families had pianos in their living room, and at family gatherings the girls would sing. To my young ears, they were better than the Andrews Sisters. The piano on the farm had a funny sound, which I now know means it wasn’t tuned very often.

Most family gatherings involved some kind of performance by the kids. Cousin Michael played Tommy Dorsey tunes on the trombone and I and my two brothers did a version of barber shop quartet – lacking a fourth member and any sense of harmony. Dad himself sometimes sat down at the piano to play a few bars of Tiger Rag, which was the full extent of his piano repertoire. His mother was a piano teacher. She also had a piano as the centerpiece of her living room, and I remember listening to her scolding her hapless students.  So her son’s failure to become an accomplished pianist was no doubt a serious disappointment for our grandmother, one of many. The greatest disappointment was surely his choice of a farm girl as a wife. And though that farm girl went on to become a nurse and an urbane, loving mother, Grandma clung to higher aspirations for her son.

So back to the cousins – at the fiftieth anniversary party of our other grandparents – the farm folks – all the grandchildren were expected to perform. My own contribution was a recital of Thanatopsis, by William Cullen Bryant. It was a favourite poem of our granddad, and it was only years later that I realised this was a rather morbid tribute to an 80-year old. Little cousin Kenny sang “Six little ducks that I once knew”. He went on to study at the Julliard and build a harpsichord. He’s now a data processor for banks.

Uncle Andy (Carolyn and Peggy’s dad) became the patriarch after the farmer grandparents were gone. Andy’s authority was assumed by all, being the oldest of the eight siblings and having been a diplomat and a high official in the federal government. He led  us in singing the doxology before meals, and shared his worldly experience with all, willy-nilly. The aunts and uncles have now all joined their parents in the sweet bye and bye.

Cousin Nancy is no longer with us, and Patsy’s singing days are behind her. We saw Peggy and Carolyn at the family reunion this year, proud grandmothers themselves, with their own long records of accomplishments and yes, some disappointments. We haven’t seen cousin Michael for a few years now, last we heard he was tucked away up a Colorado canyon with a well-stocked survival larder.

The other two members of our barbershop quartet are happily retired, Jim from a career as a pilot instructor, and Jack as a quondam stockbroker, furniture refinisher, county health consultant, and I don’t remember what else. But Jack continues the side activity which he has maintained throughout his adult life – writing articles, books, poetry and reflections. And he’s pretty good. He must have inherited the knack from his farm girl Mom, who herself wrote a radio play once performed on The Shadow.

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Hello world!

This will be my blog, as soon as I have something to say. Here is a clip from the last time I had anything to say.

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