I have a lot to be thankful for this year. Sometimes we just need to think about how fortunate we are to have our family and friends. My year didn’t start so well when I learned that my new left … Continue reading →
Just for fun, I will periodically be sharing some of my childhood stories. I’ll label this series “The Real Les.” The first in this series takes place when I was in elementary school. My legal name is Leslie and that is what my mother called me when I was young. In the old days a male called Les was either Leslie or Lester. Today I go by Les otherwise people think I am a girl! <a href="”> Read More… Continue reading →
We all remember Saturday afternoon and the big football game—homecoming, parties, dances and rallies—what could be better? Student tickets were free and alums found a reason to return. Student-athletes went to class and graduated in four years. They earned their scholarship by working on campus. Players had personal responsibilities. And so it was fifty years ago. <a href="”> Read More… Continue reading →
Asking for money is right up there with some of the most feared things people do—deal with death, experience a divorce, give a speech—most people say, “I could never do that.”
For the first two-thirds of my career, I rationalized it the same way. “I don’t want to be a university president,” I’d say. “No way I’m going around town with a tin cup in my hand.”
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When I retired people celebrated for many reasons. Those closest to me were relieved—NO MORE RED INK!
My red ink obsession had become part of the office talk. . . . . staff members were overwhelmed by the amount of red ink I deposited on their work. <a href="”> Read More… Continue reading →