Motivational Humorist, Author, Speaker, Song Writer, Bongo Drummer, Art Fettig has been using his creativity and humor to improve management and worker performance for major corporations and associations throughout North America for over half a century.
In Search of Lost Time (French: À la recherche du temps perdu)— previously also translated as Remembrance of Things Past, is a novel in seven volumes, written by Marcel Proust (1871–1922). It is considered to be his most prominent work, known both for its length and its theme of involuntary memory, the most famous example being the “episode of the madeleine” which occurs early in the first volume. It gained fame in English in translations by C. K. Scott Moncrieff and Terence Kilmartin as Remembrance of Things Past, but the title In Search of Lost Time, a literal rendering of the French, has gained usage since D. J. Enright adopted it for his revised translation published in 1992. The novel began to take shape in 1909. Proust continued to work on it until his final illness in the autumn of 1922 forced him to break off. Proust established the structure early on, but even after volumes were initially finished he kept adding new material and edited one volume after another for publication. The last three of the seven volumes contain oversights and fragmentary or unpolished passages, as they existed only in draft form at the death of the author; the publication of these parts was overseen by his brother Robert.
Leadership is not about a title or a designation. It’s about impact, influence and inspiration. Impact involves getting results, influence is about spreading the passion you have for your work, and you have to inspire team-mates and customers. – Robin S. Sharma
Caps: I was dining alone at a local burger haven and as I sat watching the cars go by a little man came in and sat at the next table. He wore one of those veteran’s caps with a row of ribbons and a combat rifleman’s badge and the cap said “World War II”. The man inside the cap looked to be just about four foot nine inches tall to me. Really a small man and he just didn’t look old enough or tall enough to have been in World War II. I smiled and said “Hey” to him and asked him how old he was. He smiled back and I swear there was a youthful twinkle in his eye as he said he was 93. His first name was Bryan and he explained to me that he was just five foot tall when he went in the Army in 1944. He smiled and said, “I’ve been shrinking.” Nice guy. We swapped stories for over an hour. We traded some old jokes and had a fine ole time. Sadly, most of the WW ll Vets I’ve known are gone now. Happily, this guy being about five years older than I am and talking sharp as a tack and full of life and all really gave me a boost. I will be just 88 in a few days and this guy is 93. He’s still driving his pick-up and taking care of himself and he was in pretty good spirits, God bless him. And may God bless America too and bring us world peace.
