John Y. Brown, III

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Recovering Politician

THEN: Secretary of State (KY), 1996-2004; Candidate for Lieutenant Governor, 2007 NOW: JYB3 Group (Owner) -public affairs consulting firm; Miller Wells law firm (Of counsel) Full Biography: link

John Y’s Musings from the Middle: Big Shot on a Budget? Total FAIL

Every month I have dinner with a wonderful group of guys. We usually each pay for our own dinner but every few months someone feels a call to pick up the ticket for everyone. I felt the call about three months ago but didn’t pick up the check at the time but did announce to the group I would be doing so sometime in the near future .

Tonight was to be that night.

Sort of, anyway.

As we were finishing dinner, I furtively slipped by the cashier and asked how much our table’s dinner would be because I “may” be picking up the check. The cashier pointed to a much higher figure than I had imagined and explained that a 15 % gratuity was automatically added since there were over 7 of us. I told her I would not be picking up the check this time after all but maybe would buy dessert for the table.

The dessert menu was described to the table and no one ordered anything.

Hmmmm. Now what ?

And like a brilliant thunderbolt crashing through my brain, I suddenly had an ingenious and novel idea!

I went back to the cashier and said, “Look, how about I pay for 25% of the bill? Can you work that out for me?”

The cashier politely said it shouldn’t be a problem but added that no one had ever made that request before. “How would that work ? ” she asked.

“Well,” I said, “Just take 25% off the top and charge everyone else only 75% of their meal.” I looked at her incredulously like this is something that is requested all the time in large groups where the big shot is also fiscally prudent.

A few minutes later she came by the time and whispered in my ear, “Does that 25% off the top include the tip?”

“Yes,” I said. “Look, just charge me one-quarter of the total price and divide up the remainder evenly–including the tip.”

At this point the person next to me said , “Just give me the check. I’ll cover it.”

I insisted I pay 25% and a small big shot verbal scuffle over the bill ensued. “Oh, are you serious about getting 25% of the tab? I thought you were joking.”

“I am completely serious,” I exclaimed, hoping someone else at the table would notice. “Why don’t you pick up the remainder, whatever that is, like….oh,  75%?” And he did.

I announced to the table that although I wasn’t picking up the entire tab (because it was too expensive) that I I was covering 25% –which was worth noting. And added that I was glad one person who was supposed to attend had cancelled. “That’s 25% of one meal I didn’t have to cover.” I then added I would be picking up 10% of a meal this summer and up to 20% of a meal in the fall so that I would incrementally pick up 100% of one of our group dinners…but was going to stretch it out over an 18 month period of time.

But as we shook hands and said goodbye until next month’s dinner everyone was thanking my friend for dinner and not giving me an honorable mention but instead a quizzical or bemused look when I explained again how we had divided things up.

Finally, with the last friend to say goodnight I simplified it by explaining the situation more concretely. “You know those au gratin potatoes you had tonight? Well, I paid for them. The entree, drink, and salad was picked up by someone else. So just thank me for the au gratin potatoes.”

And that was that. I spent more than I had planned to appear to be a big shot and looked cheaper than ever.

But learned a valuable lesson. When trying to impress by offering to pay for dinner it never works to try to do it a la carte. It’s an all or nothing proposition. Like most things in life.

John Y’s Musings from the Middle: OJ

The name we dare not speak….because we no longer care.

A few weeks ago, I was in a conversation about who is the greatest running back in NFL history. Names like Gayle Sayers, Walter Payton, and Earl Campbell came to mind as I tried to force away the inevitable name I didn’t want to mention.

And didn’t.

And was glad because the conversation then turned to sports heroes.

40 years ago this NFL season, on the last game of the season, a running back named OJ Simpson did the unthinkable. He rushed for over 2000 yards in one season–200 yards in the 14th and final game. I remember watching the entire game at age 9 entranced…watching football history being made. I have never considered any running back to be OJ Simpson’s equal since.

I’ll say it. OJ Simpson was my sports hero then.

He was in 1973–and perhaps still is today–the greatest ever to play the running back position.

But football is just a game. Games are important…I suppose we are all playing a game of some sort or another. Some construct of competition to make us and our world a little better…or maybe just to provide a reprieve, or form of entertainment, to others.

But in life, OJ, I believe, did something even more unthinkable. And sealed his fate and place in history. Not as one of the greatest athletes of our time but one of our most infamous criminals.

When I was 31 I watched the Bronco chase with even greater intensity than the famous 1973 Bills-Jets game. Few individuals who walk among us have risen higher or fallen farther than OJ Simpson. I don’t hate him. I don’t pity him. I don’t miss the old OJ. I’m not disappointed. I’m not even numb to Simpson and his life and legacy. I am oddly indifferent. Probably more as a defense mechanism because someone I admired so much for excellence in one area of his life disappointed so grievously in a much more important area of his life. And I’ll never be able to understand why. And now no longer even care that I won’t.

OJ has has traveled the bizarre trajectory of being the most celebrated athlete to the most hated alleged criminal to the most unspeakable public personality– to perhaps the most famous irrelevant person of our era (a poetically fitting punishment). And no one even knows how to talk about that.

And maybe there’s nothing else to say. But I thought I’d try. It’s glorious in many ways to go from mere mortal to famous society icon. OJ, for a brief time, was like a mythical god among us. It’s hard being famous, too, of course. But not as hard as going from famous icon back to mere mortal. That is a treacherous path, it seems.

Maybe the ultimate story of OJ Simpson isn’t that he failed to reach his potential greatness as an athlete. But rather that he failed so horribly at finding his way back to himself when it was his turn to leave the stage and return to being just an ordinary human being. In his case that treacherous journey appears to literally have killed a lovely young lady and destroyed her family. And figuratively killed OJ Simpson, both as an icon and human being.

John Y’s Musings from the Middle: Petty Resentments

This absurdity of holding on to petty resentments.

True story.

Last night–and I don’t remember the details—but I had a dream in which a tall gentlemen I seemed to respect but didn’t know well and who was wearing a yellow-ish jacket passed me by on the street and intentionally brushed up against me in that way that seemed to say he was upset with me or sending me a message of disrespect.

That’s all I remember from the dream. The rest of whatever happened has been forgotten–which I think was mostly pleasant.

But twice today I’ve thought about the brush off passerby.
And I’ve decided the next time I have this dream and he shows up–assuming I can remember to do it—I am going to go out of my way to walk past him and brush up lightly against him (not in an offensive way that is trying to start a fight but rather just to let him know that what happened last night in my dream gets acknowledged, was not OK with me, and send the message that I hope it doesn’t happen again.)

On the other hand, I could just forgive him or assume it was an accident. In my dream. And let it go.

I want to let it go but this slight seems different and worth holding on to a little longer. Because, you know, it’s the principle of the thing. Right?

You know what I mean?

John Y’s Musings from the Middle: Father/Daughter Expenses

“You can’t manage whay you can’t measure.”

Wrapping up our 6th annual father – daughter weekend with my 14 year old daughter, Maggie.

All 6 have been excellent but some feel a little better than the others —but we have never had a concrete, objective way to measure the success of our annual weekends.

Until now.

Late this afternoon I got a call from my credit card company for an “Alert for potential fraudulent activity with my credit card.”

They needed me to confirm three unusual purchases this weekend that deviated from my usual habits—-all involving female clothing purchases.

I finally explained “I am with my 14 year old daughter this weekend.”

Even that gentleman on the other end of the phone from what seemed like a call center in India understood. “Thank you, Mr Brown” he laughed. “I understand now!”

John Y’s Musings from the Middle: Hip Jeans

Another “first.”

Despite complaining about how expensive and poorly tailored hip jeans are these days, I finally broke down and bought a pair.

And tonight, for the first time ever in my life, I feel like I am the guy with the nicest pair of jeans at my plane’s baggage claim carousel.

That is a new “first!” for me.

It’s an empowering rush. It’s a feeling of momentary fashion omnipotence.

I even sense some of the guys here are already worried about what pants I will have on next time they have to share a baggage carousel with me.

Now I get why they cost so much. And for this moment they were worth every penny.

John Y’s Musings from the Middle: Happy Thanksgiving!

The holidays are here.

Starbucks has changed its decor and colors and will be setting the tone for all all retailers during the holiday season.

Tomorrow I’ll be there early to see if they will be offering a Thanksgiving special: Turkey Flavored Latte with a gravy drizzle and cinnamon sprinkles.

Then I’m going to Heine Bros for my Thursday cup of coffee. ; )

 

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Thank goodness.

A little perspective is always helpful when seeking to muster much needed –and much warranted —gratitude. For official national holidays involving giving thanks or just any old day for expressing a blessed sentiment.

And if you can put it to music, even better. Especially if it’s Steely Dan.

No matter what our complaints are about the world today–and tomorrow, Black Friday 2012—it is important to remember this.Black Friday 2012 for our country will be a very different experience for us than the original–and infamous– Black Fridays.
And I am grateful today for that.

John Y’s Musings from the Middle: Mom and Dad – Thanks for not Naming me Squidward!

Thought for the day.

Squeeze something of value out of everything you do today.

When scrounging, gratitude for a seemingly small thing is a good fall back. Sometimes those “small things” are really pretty big things.

For example, yesterday I was stuck somewhere and Sponge Bob Square Pants was on TV in the background. I watched several minutes to see what useful life “take away” was coming my way.

Sure, I love Sponge Bob Square Pants as much as the next gu,y but yesterday’s episode Bob was off his usual charming and clever game.

And then it happened.

The next scene prominently features a character names Squidward.  And I had my “take away.” And didn’t even have to squeeze hard.

I am so grateful my parents did not name my Squidward. Even with a cool middle name, having the first name Squidward would have provided challenges and obstacles in my youth I may not have been able to successfully surmount. Even though I am a human being and not an animated cartoon character.

And you can see the toll it’s taken on Squidward himself by looking at his drawn face and vapid eyes.

Yes, mom and dad, thank you. And is so often the case, the “small gratitude” turned into a large gratitude.

And then someone changed the channel to Fox News. And I became grateful my name wasn’t Shep.

Are you beginning to see how this Thought for the Day works?

John Y’s Musings from the Middle: What U2 Means at 50

What the band U2 means to you at 50.

A portrait of human philosophical maturation and wisdom.

In my late 20s and early 30s, I listened over and over to “I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For” I wasn’t sure what the song was about. It had a great sound and the lyrics sounded very deep.

So I listened to the song frequently because it made me feel smart and depressed about the right philosophical questions in life. (Always better than being depressed about the wrong philosophical questions in life).

At 50, it’s still a great song. And I enjoy listening to it.

But I have an entirely different perspective on it when I just heard it again tonight for the fist time in a while.

I thought to myself, “I found what I was looking for but can’t remember why I started looking for it in the first place and now don’t know what to do with it now that I’ve found it.”

Followed by, “Dang it! Where did I put it? Now I can’t find it again. Oh well. Who cares. Maybe a bird will eat it.”

John Y’s Musings from the Middle: Genealogy and Cultural Symbolism

Genealogy and cultural symbolism.

I have never been very good at quickly following family relationships on large family trees. I get parents and children and even grandparents and first cousins. But after that, it starts to get confusing. …

Which got me wondering about metaphorical family trees.

I’ve been reading a lot recently about the show Modern Family is emblematic of America—and the American family—today. I love the show and don’t argue much with the contention.

Likewise, when I was a boy I liked The Waltons. They were described back then as emblematic of America –and the American family.

But that was 40 years ago. Which leads to my next question:

Is Cam John Boy’s son or nephew? And which one of the Waltons gets blamed for Phil Dunphy?

John Y.’s Musings from the Middle: Unfair Double Standards

Another unfair double standard.

My wife had a habit of hiding my new light weight robe from me.

Not really hiding it so much as wearing it herself whenever I seem to be looking for it.

And not just my robe but the occasional comfortable pull-over shirt too for relaxing around the house.

But can I turn the tables on her? No!

I can’t fit into her thick over-sized Terrycloth robe.

Not that I have tried….heck, it doesn’t even look comfortable.

And as for stealing my wives comfortable shirts and blouses—-or about any other article of clothing? What do you think?

It appears to be just another unfair double standards of the sexes we men have to accept .  ;  )

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