As I tucked my ticket into my pocket and left the Chevron station I began to hum the Barenaked Ladies song from the 90s and when I got to the dijon ketchup part I stopped to think. What if I won a billion dollars? What kind of billionaire would I…

By Matt Sterling It seems like after a flurry of hirings, the headlines are now returning to cutbacks and layoffs. This translates to many qualified, great people looking for jobs, many of which are, wait for it, over the age of forty. How dare you age and concurrently get promotions…

Will the Next Jimmy Carter Please Stand Up By Matt Sterling I don’t think we have enough smart people focused on trying new ideas in the social arena. …

By Matt Sterling My Grandma Ruth lived an extremely full and fun life into her 90s. She kept her sense of humor until the end and I fondly remember laughing with her over the phone the week before she passed away. As she grew older, a common refrain was “Well…

I’ve always been a hat guy. I have a big head and they always seemed to compliment my face so over the years I’ve dabbled in them all. Farmer, cowboy, trucker, baseball. All different hats which send very different messages. Growing up in Ohio, a yellow Dekalb hat with a…

Thanksgiving is finally coming. Everyone seems to have a problem with the holidays these days whether it’s the War on Christmas or when people choose to listen to Christmas music. I do, however, see some justification in Mariah Carey being denied the “Queen of Christmas” trademark. Our retail friends help…

Even after spending a career in advertising, I am still bewildered by retail. It seems simple enough, you go to a store, pay the cashier and come home with what you intended to buy. You never saw the pioneers going into the General Store for a sack of flour and…

Having spent a career in advertising I can say the biggest waste of money is political campaigns. Not because they don’t work, but because they waste good money on tactics we learned at recess in grade school. Find out what people would hate about someone and scream it as loud…

If you already have a smile on your face, you have been to New Orleans. The birthplace of jazz, our only respectable export, and a place that knows how to bring people together for a good time. My personal history with Nola began when I was in college at the…