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The leader has to be practical and a realist, yet must talk the language of the visionary and the idealist.


Look at that steely reserve. Check out that iron gaze. This a man sure of his own mind. This is a man born to lead.

Just this morning, Ezra was instructing me as I flew the kite. Again and again, he ordered me to give it more string. It got to the point where (sweaty brow and palms) I had to inform him "I cannae give it more string!" You see, there was no more string to give, yet still Ezra drove for more,

Suddenly the wind dropped and the kite became entangled in the trees. Henry asked Ezra if he wanted to stop proceedings and try a u-turn.

His response?

"You turn if you want to. The baby’s not for turning!"
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Louis la Vache said…
"Louis" is so busy at his new espresso shop these days, he rarely has time to stop by. He appreciates your visits - and when he is able to stop by, he's always happy to see your progress reports on Henry and Ezra!
11 January 2009 at 14:46
KL said…
Kris, how long are you going to keep us in suspense? You didn't say who that cutie-pie was on the left in your earlier post. A quick answer please :-).
11 January 2009 at 16:33
Anonymous said…
Cute baby!
11 January 2009 at 17:33
Kris McCracken said…
KL, as so many picked, indeed the cute baby of a few days ago was yours truly...
11 January 2009 at 18:46
Anonymous said…
Neat post. I enjoyed it very much.
11 January 2009 at 23:50
Sue said…
So that was YOU!!! Funny I didn't pick it! I could have sworn it WASN'T you! Funny how our minds play tricks on us. Pa said it was you though...he was certain.
12 January 2009 at 09:27
freefalling said…
Have you seen this morning??!!!!
More shark attacks!!!!!
They're everywhere I tell you!
They even caught one in Port Phillip Bay last week!
12 January 2009 at 09:43
Kitty said…
oh, flying a kite is so cool for kids. It's wonderful to know they're enjoying such simple things!

That's so cool.
12 January 2009 at 11:24
Sue said…
Yeah, Kris...shark attacks! What have you done...giving them bad press! I think they are peed off at Y-O-U!!! They are gunning for you, my dear...if I was you...I would stay clear of the water for a while. A shark attack in Tassie....who would have thunk it(now if it had been a penguin....???).
12 January 2009 at 19:24
Benjamin Madison said…
Definitely Churchillian jowls developing there.
13 January 2009 at 18:37
Kris McCracken said…
Louis, no problem. I hope that the coffee is flowing well!

Geri, and Ezra is lovely too!
19 January 2009 at 10:22
Kris McCracken said…
Abe, good!

Sue, what a disgrace that you missed it...
19 January 2009 at 10:22
Kris McCracken said…
FF, it’s a good sign. Our stocks need thinning.

Kitty, it wasn’t so much fun climbing up that tree in sandals...
19 January 2009 at 10:23
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, we’ve had lots of fatal shark attacks in Tasmania. We don’t piss about with your Port Jackson toothless idiots. It’s Great Whites or nothing down here!

Benjamin, he has real leadership potential.
19 January 2009 at 10:25
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