To Sir With Love

Sir Paul McCartney’s new album, Memory Almost Full, came out this week and he’s all over the telly promoting it. I admit I was not pleased to hear that Starbucks sponsored it, feeling as I do that the ubiquitous Seattle coffee franchise is the personification of evil on earth. Still, it’s Paul McCartney, a man I’ve been in love with since I was 16 and who can simply do no wrong in my eyes.

When he married Heather Mills, I was dismayed that he chose a woman younger than at least one of his daughters, but encouraged that she was not a bimbo. Her charm and spirit of adventure won me over during her tenure on Dancing With the Stars. Of course, by then, their marriage was through, and I saw another chance for me to hook up with my idol.

I offer my students a guaranteed A if they can put me in touch with Sir Paul. After all, with only six degrees of separation, I’m bound to encounter someone who knows him, right? When I was sixteen, he was too old for me. Now, it seems, I’m too old for him. Life’s just not fair.

You can listen to excerpts from the new, critically acclaimed album here.

To celebrate the 40^th anniversary this year of the Beatles’ most famous album, Sgt. Pepper, I put the album cover image on my monitor.

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Change Agent

“If opportunity doesn’t knock, build a door.” Milton Berle

I’ve been planning to change my accounts from the downtown bank I’ve used for thirty years to a small local bank within walking distance from my house. With direct deposits and ATMs, I rarely go to the bank anymore, so it was easy to put off making all the changes necessary to switch banks.

Last week, I had an insurance paper that needed to be notarized and wanted to avoid a trip downtown, so I headed to the little community bank in my neighborhood. They informed me that they only provided notary service for people who had accounts there. Since notarizing a signature takes less than a minute (and I was perfectly willing to pay for the service) I thought their policy was unfriendly, to say the least. I decided that I wouldn’t transfer my accounts to them after all.

Still trying to avoid a trip to my bank, I went to the local branch of a huge national bank which holds my mortgage. This branch was much bigger than the first one I went to, although still small by most standards and still within walking distance from home. Unlike the other one, they were extraordinarily busy. I waited for almost 45 minutes to see a personal banker who was also a notary. As I sat waiting, my anger grew and I swore I would never come to that bank again. When the banker finally got to me, she apologized for the long wait and treated me very well. My insurance paper turned out to have some questionable language and she had to call the insurance company to find out exactly how to complete the form. My anger started to cool.

After completing my form, she told me that because of my mortgage, I qualified for free checking with no minimum balance and free checks, a much better deal than either my current bank or the one I was planning to switch to. Because of the banker’s calm and friendly attitude in the face of my anger and frustration and because she offered me great service, I will probably transfer my accounts there in the very near future. She was a woman who definitely had the ability to turn a sow’s ear (me) into a silk purse. That’s an amazing talent to have and one I hope to cultivate in myself. Who knew you could learn something about creativity from a banker?

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