Does it bother you when someone gets your name wrong?

Recently I started reading a book (one which I didn’t publish) in which the author mentioned me (he doesn’t know me) and spelled my name wrong. He called me “Stan Sinclair of Tennessee.” I knew without a doubt that was writing of me, because he was talking about a project which I had co-founded. Now calling me Sinclair doesn’t offend me, because it is just another spelling for the St. Clair name. The only fact that bothered me a bit is that it was incorrect, and did not properly identify me by the name by which I have been known all of my life. Someone “Googling” me under the Sinclair spelling would be hard pressed to locate me.

Then a few days later I was given incorrect information on a lady’s name whom I needed to contact and inadvertently sent out an email with the incorrect spelling of that dear lady’s name. I felt really bad about that.

If you are addressing or making reference to another person, it is always best to be doubly certain that you have their name correct. Once you say it to the person or even worse, put it in print, there’s no calling it back.

In the meantime, get a copy of Most Comprehensive Origins of Cliches, Proverbs and Figurative Expressions. It’s still selling well because I tried very hard to get the facts right before publishing it. I am, however, human, and if you own a copy and find an error, please don’t hesitate to contact me at stan@stclair.net.

Coach Allison Clark: A positive roll model in sports

In a day when the NFL is taking a licking over abuse charges, it has been truly refreshing to work with Allison Clark, a woman’s basketball coach with Tennessee Tech University. Reading, editing and publishing her first book, Off the Back of the Rim, available at http://stclairpublications and www.amazon.com has been a great pleasure.

Her book is flying off of Amazon at an alarming rate every day. There is a great page on Tennessee Tech’s web site, so no wonder.

http://www.ttusports.com/sports/wbkb/coaches/clark_allison

Get a copy for yourself and see what the buzz is all about! It is truly worth the read.

 

Bell Buckle – A step back in time

In spite of my normally rushed schedule, Rhonda and I, after getting our annual flu shot this morning, headed for the quaint hamlet of Bell Buckle, just a “skip, hop and jump” from our home in Middle Tennessee.

It’s something we do at least once a year. We spent about 3 hours and 15 minutes there, shopping the antique stores and enjoying a “comfort food” (as they call it) lunch at the Bell Buckle Cafe where a number of Country Music folk and other noteworthy people have dined through the years. I know I did an entry about Bell Buckle once before, but it’s just a favorite spot of mine. We only spent about $100.00 and had a great time. That even included a couple of gifts Rhonda bought for our little granddaughter and a cool antique framed copy of “Young Woman at a Half-Door,” the original of which is at Chicago’s Museum of Art. The painting is signed “Rembrandt” and dated 1645, but some attribute it to a follower. Still, it’s a great work of art, and I shall be proud to make room for it on my office wall.

Bell Buckle is but one of hundreds such spots which will be featured in the first volume of “Exploring Our Exciting World,” which is scheduled for release before Christmas.

So getaway soon to a place you can enjoy life and look for a great book at stclairpublications.com.

Poetry in Memorandum

Today I want to again post a poem: one which I composed yesterday. But its roots go deeper than the memory of this horrid day in 2001–it embraces the life experiences of us all. Each of us has taken part in experiences, both good and bad, which have shaped our individual lives and set us apart as unique.

When in New Jersey recently, my cousin and friend, Steve St. Clair, took me on a special journey into Manhattan, and specified that he wanted to first show me the 9-11 Memorial first. Many thanks, Steve! This poem is dedicated to you! It will also appear in my future poetry book, I Walked My Dog This Morning.

I’VE BEEN THERE

 

I’ve trampled old bricks; the Forbidden City

And ambled up China’s Great Wall.

I’ve forged to the summit of grim Kilauea

And basked in the mist; Yelapa’s quaint fall.

 

I’ve roamed the mystical ruins of Mayans;

And dined with dignity; Halifax coast.

I’ve pounded the pavement in Lower Manhattan,

But mused at Ground Zero the most.

 

I’ve savored the chicory at Café du Monde

And ogled the dives on Bourbon Street;

I’ve chauffeured a coupe through Charlotte Amalie,

And trudged endless miles of soft golden wheat.

 

I met Jimmy Carter and Jimmy Doolittle,

Made friends with both nobles and peasants.

The rays of the sun have fallen around me

Upon the great shrines and the deserts.

 

The White House before me, the West to my right,

I’ve lifted my heart in great praise,

Remembering Old Faithful blubbering heavenward,

My love for creation ablaze.

 

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Remembering 9-11

Attitude Determines Altitude

The events of the past six weeks have been trying and challenging, to say the least. After the tragic loss of my younger son, Rhonda and I got away for a much needed hiatus to the North, visiting spots we had both dreamed of seeing. That was a great break.

But after returning I underwent rotator cuff surgery which was also very needed.  Of course, this has been painful both physically and emotionally for such an active person as I. My right arm is in a sling, it hurts to move it much, and I am mainly restricted to doing everything normally accomplished with either my right hand or both, including typing, with only the left one.

But for the most part, I have managed swimmingly! I told Rhonda this morning that I was getting so used to using my left hand that I hardly recognized the inconvenience.

It helps that I learned long ago that it’s not what happens to us that determines our successes and happiness but the way we react to what happens.

I’ve failed many times at tasks I tried to do. I just tried again. I’ve hurt so badly that I wondered when I could ever feel well. Everything passes; there is always sunshine after rain.

So when I encounter folks complaining about the cards which life has dealt them, I’m tempted to say, “Go fish!” There are a lot more fish to be caught that can fill your belly with good taste.

In the meantime, buy a book from a St. Clair Publications author, or online. We have some of the greatest ones there are!