Winter Olympics Countdown, Blizzards, Cocoa, and Neato Ski Pins!

I have always preferred the Winter Olympics over the Summer ones. I’m not sure if that’s because some of my earliest memories are of sledding and skiing under the lights in the backyard so long ago. We get some fantastic snow here in the Syracuse area, and it’s a lovely sight when millions of flakes are backlit by a spotlight at night. I’m pretty sure my Mom’s cocoa probably had something to do with my love of Winter, too. As we come up on the 2014 Winter Olympics, it feels a bit different than what I remember when I was a child. Those iconic moments, captured on grainy broadcasts and black and white TVs – Franz Klammer’s iconic run for Gold in front of his countrymen in 1976. The “Miracle on Ice” in Lake Placid in 1980. Eric Heiden. Dorothy Hamill. Today’s global warming, political upheaval, economic uncertainty, and terrorist threats thankfully weren’t on my radar at age four during the Blizzard of ’66.

Since the Olympics represent, theoretically, the purity of sport, competition, and international camaraderie, perhaps this upcoming edition will serve as a unifying force. There are new categories of sport, alongside the classics. I can’t wait to see the thrill of victory and the agony of defeat play out under the shadow of those 5 rings and that forever flame. I still rate Lillehammer’s and Barcelona’s Olympic torch lighting theatrics as my favorite Winter and Summer ones. What do you think?

Contemporary technology has completely transformed the experience of watching, or rather interacting, with the Olympics. How about Facebook?

Facebook page for Sochi 2014. Continue reading

Deep Woods, Deep Snow, Deep Thoughts. Canvas, Paintbrushes, and…Skis?

It’s hard to describe the magic of skiing and snow to those who huddle in their caves all Winter anxiously awaiting signs that Spring’s thaws have gained the upper hand. Since some of my earliest memories are snow based, and sliding on snow (and ice) are in the family DNA, I’m never sad if Spring is forced to wait patiently just a bit longer for Old Man Winter to have his say.

Sledding Fun (c.1937)

Sledding Fun (c.1937). Our intrepid founder (r) and his Big Sis ride their rockets…

My big Sis and I embrace the legendary Blizzard of '66...

My Big Sis and I embrace the legendary Blizzard of ’66.

This past week saw a series of late Winter storms blanket the beautiful Green Mountains of Vermont with deep snow. In a moment of keen and decisive decision-making as the storms were rolling in, I decided that playing hooky was in order and therefore moved our office operations (and my body) to my “home away from home” in Vermont’s beautiful Mad River Valley – home to Mad River Glen and Sugarbush. Today’s modern business owner is both blessed and cursed with technology that enables us as never before, yet hounds us as never before. We’re never more than our smart phone away from the pull of the office, yet we can efficiently operate from almost anywhere. Continue reading