A Wolf saw a Goat feeding at the summit of a rock, where he could not get at her. “Why do you stay up there in that sterile place and go hungry?” said the Wolf. “Down here where I am the broken-bottle vine cometh up as a flower, the celluloid collar blossoms as the rose,…
Leadership
Saul & Conrad: More Than Just a Business
Caption: Rego’s Neighborhood, NYC. Writing about Saul Zabar – in the preceding blog – prompted me to reflect on a related story from 2010: Rego’s Smoked Fish. On one of my several visits to New York from North Carolina, Saul had me ride along to see a smoked fish supplier, Rego’s, that used to do…
More New York than Woody Allen: A Tribute
Saul Zabar’s death on October 7 2025 at age 97, brought back memories of my interviewing him about his unique leadership of Zabar’s – the incomparable grocery/deli at W. 80th and Broadway. Over numerous decades, under Saul’s leadership, the store drew thousands of Manhattanites and tourists. As one food critic put it, “on Saturdays…
Creative Chaos?*
Many years ago I had a secretary. She was a graduate of NYCs Katherine Gibbs School which trained executive assistants. A Gibbs graduate back then was guaranteed a decent job. At the time, most executives had at least one secretary. I hired her in 3 minutes. Once she started, my office and I were never…
Not The DMV*
April 19, 2026 It must be catching: Ben Wylder, writes of his experience at the Ashland, Oregon DMV. For the full accolade go here. An extract follows: “I don’t know if anyone else in Ashland has had this experience, but as an Ashland newcomer, I feel utterly compelled to report something that I did not…
Of Weeping Bald Men and Phony Solicitude
The Fable of The Weeping Bald Man and Some Partridges by Odo* of Cheriton** “Against Rulers Feigning Justice” “A bald man, his eyes streaming with tears, was killing partridges. And one partridge said to another: ‘Behold the man – how good and saintly he is.’ And the other asked: ‘Why do you call him good?’…
Krylov’s THE INQUISITIVE MAN*
AN Inquisitive Man was one day met by a friend who cordially hailed him: “Good morning, my good fellow! And where do you come from?” “From the Museum of Natural History, where I have just spent three hours. I saw everything there was to see and examined it carefully. It was all so astonishing that…
Blog Update: A Pilgrim’s Progress
As the reader may know, I have moved my 15-year-old blog from the Nucleus platform (no longer supported) to the WordPress platform which, I am told hosts 40% of the world’s blogs. My progress has been akin to traversing a squelching bog at midnight. . It’s been trial and error (or sink or swim) as…
“Who’s Gonna Feed Them Hogs?”
The resolution of Tom T. Hall’s mournful song about a hospitalized pig farmer set me to thinking about work, the dignity of work, and perspectives on work*. The song ends: “Well, the doctors say they do not know what saved the man from death But in a few days he put on his overalls and he…
Letting Go*
Some years ago, I gave a talk to a large group of department heads about Leading from the Middle. It went fairly well, but one participant, seated as far from me as possible, never let up scowling. Was it me, something I said, or something she ate? I suspect it was my topic. Some managers are…









