I can thank the Stranger Things effect and my niece Ellie Mae’s love of Belinda Carlisle’s Heaven is a Place on Earth (1987) for rediscovering this gem. The day after watching the controversial ending to Stranger Things as a family out in my dad’s man cave on New Year’s Eve, I let Ellie give me a manicure using her new gel nail set. As she did my nails, I had her tell me about the 80s/Stranger Things-inspired songs she liked. Tiffany’s versions of I Think We’re Alone Now (1987) and Belinda Carlisle’s Heaven is a Place on Earth (1987) topped her list. I couldn’t help but see so much of myself in her at that age that I made a list of similar 80s songs for her to check out if she’d like. She’d discovered the girly pop music I’d grown up with: Madonna, Whitney Houston, Paula Abdoul, Janet Jackson, the Bangles, Wilson Phillips, and of course, the GoGos and Belinda Carlisle. All topped the charts and made up a huge part of the soundtrack of my childhood. Embarrassingly, I can probably still remember every word to Paula Abdoul’s Coldhearted Snake (1988) and Janet Jackson’s Escapade (1989) over 35 years later if asked.
The fun part is that I have a sneaking suspicion that Ellie loves music just as much as I do. A few years ago now, her mom caught the cutest video clip of Ellie cleaning her room singing her heart out to Katy Perry’s Roar (2013). It could have been me at age 8 or 9. The realization that kids today have all music at their finger tips is both terrifying and incredible for someone who grew up transitioning from records, tapes, CDs, MP3s, and finally, streaming services.
If it hadn’t been for that discussion of Belinda Carlisle with my niece, who knows when I would have rediscovered Mad About You (1986), along with the video. In fact, there are a few things I need to mention about the video. First, I do not remember it at all. Yet, it has quickly become one of my favorites from the 80s. It is right up there with Material Girl (1984) – Madonna. Mad About You (1986) has the same 80s does 50s Hollywood glamor vibe, but, if I am honest, there is just something I love about that video. I can see why it became a hit, and I am left wondering just how much coverage it had on MTV. I do hope that younger generations discover and appreciate the iconic music videos of the 80s-00s. I do hope that they live on. Happy Valentine’s Day!
One of the absolute highlights of the chaos that was 2025 happened to be seeing Ghost in Grand Rapids in July. The only live performance I’ve ever seen that even came close to Tobias Forge and company was Ringo Starr and his All-Star Band. I left Van Andel Arena in absolute awe. I would gladly go see Ghost again.
The funny thing is that when John and I bought tickets early in 2025, I really only knew their song Little Miss Sunshine. I wanted to check out something new. By the time John and I drove all over northern Michigan on our way to the concert (another story altogether), I’d become a full-fledged fan and knew half of their setlist. Even that didn’t prepare me for what I was about to experience. Tobias Forge’s stage presence is on an entirely different level.
Somewhere along the line, I couldn’t get the Ghost song The Future is a Foreign Land out of my head. I blame my love of storytelling. Add in a solid literary reference (Orwell’s 1984) mixed with historical references (brownshirts, Kennedys, etc.), how could I resist? Then there is the video. In my opinion, the animation is perfect. The 60s/70s eve of destruction vibe works well. Their animated videos tend to be among my favorites. The Future is a Foreign Land, however, almost manages to romanticize the end of it all, and asks us all to become better people for it.
After the concert, I asked myself why The Future is a Foreign Land looms so large in my imagination. Then I thought about what it means Gen X, or in my case, Xennial. In the world we were born into, it has always been one minute to midnight. The threat of nuclear war is a constant that’s never going away. As a generation, we seem to have a fatalist streak, and it is no coincidence that my peers’ children grew up on series like The Hunger Games and Divergent. In fact, The Future is a Foreign Land can be added to a dystopian playlist, which could include:
Eve of Destruction – Barry McQuire (1965)
99 Luftballons – Nena (1983) (I prefer the German language version)
It Is the End of the World as We Know It (And I Feel Fine) – R.E.M (1987)
We Didn’t Start the Fire– Billy Joel (1989)
Zombie – The Cranberries (1994) (or Rock Orchestra)
If you grew up on 80s rock and/or metal, you need to check out Ghost if you haven’t already. Definite 80s vibes in the best possible way.
February 9th, 1964, 62 years ago today, the Beatles first appeared on “The Ed Sullivan Show” kicking off what later became known as the British invasion. Over the years, I’ve heard so many musicians state that their dream of becoming a rock star began that cold February night. Ozzy stands out. I believe it, too. I’ve heard it described as everything going from black and white to technicolor. So I thought today would be it. Today I’ll discuss my favorite Beatles song of all time.
For decades, I could not tell you which Beatles song was my favorite. There are several Beatles songs that remind me of my childhood and my mom. All of The Beatles (better known as The White Album) reminds me of my semester bumming around Spain. Then there were the Anthologies during my high school years with new music! Real Love and Free as a Bird definitely fit in the ‘90s with the likes of Oasis and Blur. In fact, I once read a comment that stated Oasis’s entire career could be summed up by Revolver. Adoring Oasis before the egos took over, I can’t unsee that comment or disagree with it. Let’s face it: Most of the music I adore would simply not exist without the Beatles’ example. This is especially true of 90’s alternative, although 90’s artists seemed to take themselves just a bit too seriously. Regardless, the Beatles will always remain a revelation and inspiration.
So why A Day in the Life? Well, first, it is the final track on my favorite Beatles album: Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band. I consider it my favorite Beatles album for one reason and one reason only: Every time I listen to it, I have to listen to every. single. track. No skipping. I know of no other album, Beatles or otherwise, that is that good beginning to end. Of course, it is considered the first concept album, too.
Also, A Day in the Life is a perfect example of why I love the Beatles music so much. First, it tells a story. One can get lost in the lyrics and the story. Second, it is pure Lennon/McCartney magic. Not too hard, not too sweet – just right! It is really two songs in one with a memorable bridge in between. There are plenty of examples of Beatles songs structured like this, but it is the Wings songs that come to mind. Some of my favorites, Band on the Run, Live and Let Die, and Uncle Albert/Admiral Halsey, just to name a few. What’s not to love? So, let’s take a minute today to appreciate all the amazing music we’ve enjoyed over the last several decades.
Ladies and gentleman, quite possibly the best Beatles quote by a Beatle.
I’ve tried to blog countless times since school started this fall, and well, if I am honest, I’ve felt overwhelmed ever since Charlie Kirk’s tragic death. There still are no words. No matter what I have to say, all I could think of is that it could potentially add to the hate, and that would never be my intention. It isn’t that I didn’t or don’t have anything to say. No. Quite the opposite. I have so much to say that I didn’t know where to begin. Sometimes, it just comes to you. Sometimes, you just have to start again.
On rare days as a teacher you may have small wins. Sometimes a lesson goes particularly well; it may finally “click” for that student you’ve been worried about all school year. A small victory in the grand scheme of things, but invaluable when you truly care. It is the same with writing. There are times where you just have to get it down before it is gone forever. It may not be perfect, but there is a kernel of truth in there somewhere. On the rarest of rare occasions, both happen on the same day within the hour. That was my day today, but first, a little background.
My dream of creating a creative writing club for my students may have started during my years teaching middle school at St. Mike’s, but I had no idea where it would lead. At St. Mike’s, my teacher bestie Dorri and I teamed up to form a group for students grades 3-8 interested in writing. We were small but mighty – and we even survived a pandemic. I wish others could have witnessed the patience that my middle schoolers had with Dorri’s budding 3rd grade authors. Dorri and I may no longer teach together, but we still bring up the magic that happened during writing club. In fact, this fall, I learned that one of my former students, one of those patient middle schoolers now a high school senior, will soon have a short story published in an anthology. He couldn’t be more deserving or have a brighter future.
Last year, my first year as a full-fledged teacher at Michigan Virtual Charter Academy (MVCA) teaching 10th grade high school English, I knew that I wanted to try again. I wanted to create a creative writing club for our high school. Throughout the school year, we became a tight knit group of writers who wholeheartedly supported one another. I hated to see it end. This year, I didn’t know if I could create that atmosphere twice.
Fortunately, I did. Even though I have an almost entirely new group of students this year, they are just as supportive and passionate about writing. Above all, they are wonderful writers. In fact, in addition to sharing what I wrote today during our session, I wish I could share some of my students’ work as well. They are far more talented than I ever was during my high school years. It is beautiful to see and gives me so much hope for the future. Gen Z – and what I’ve witnessed of Gen Alpha – are far more compassionate and understanding than the Gen Xers, Xennials, and Millennials I grew up with. They seem to grasp just how much damage mere words can do. They also understand that there is more to life than work, image, and material things.
So, I decided to share with you what I wrote today in the span of twenty minutes. It is not perfect, but it is a start. There is something there. In that same twenty minutes, one of my students created a piece so wonderful that it is begging to be shared. I am hoping to get at least a paragraph of her work in the yearbook. Yes, 2026 is off to a great start. Today was a good day.
Why I Write …
I write to not be forgotten.
I write to calm the storm and slow down time.
I write to express and gather my thoughts and ideas.
I write to make sense of the chaos trying to drown me.
To create order out of chaos.
I write to explain the inexplicable.
I write to support and inspire others.
I write to find meaning where there is none.
I write to remember what shouldn’t be forgotten.
To capture what could be lost, what shouldn’t be lost.
I write to learn and study.
I write to make connections and share with others.
I write to expand my understanding of everything around me.
I write to learn how to teach others to write, wonder, and explore.
After watching Reagan (amazing movie, by the way) on Sunday, realizing that we as a nation have argued over the exact same issues for at least 60 years, and the passing of James Earl Jones on Monday, I’m in the mood for nostalgia. When I learned the news that he had passed away, Jones’ speech […]
The post was originally published on an earlier version of my blog. I’ve slightly updated and modified the post. Anything in bold I added to the original post. Tigers’ opening day is April 5th at Comerica Park! GO Tigers! I’ve tried writing this post several times over the last several years. Sometimes there is so […]
Little known fact: The US military is the largest supply chain in the world.
My supply chain management education will always color the way I view things. At times, I wish it didn’t. In education, I like to believe that most students will find their way, eventually. Most will find their purpose. I feel for those who don’t, but it is a reality of life. There are always those who remain lost, and sadly, I’ve known a few. I can help, but I can’t be everything to everyone.
With supply chain issues, there is a solution. There is always a solution. We just need the resolve to follow through and make necessary changes. We learned so many supply chain and economic lessons from the Greatest Generation and World War II, but as that generation passed away, I fear that we have lost those lessons or even ignored them completely.
Let me start at the beginning. I am deeply proud to come from a long line of entrepreneurs. I long idolized my dad and Grandpa Buttrick. Both owned and ran their own companies and were self-employed, as different as their companies were and still are. My dad developed Russell Canoe Livery around our family and our lifestyle. He had no desire to build it beyond what it is now, even if we had the opportunity.
Grandpa, on the other hand, loved to build. He expanded his convenience store business into screen printing, Subway franchises, propane, hotels, and more. He even loved to compete against himself from time to time. As a child who loved to build, I took notice. In having the opportunity to manage one of his convenience stores for a few years, I am grateful to have learned just why Grandpa loved the c-store business so much. Ultimately, it helped me become a better manager at the canoe livery and a more empathetic boss.
While this cover is exactly how I remember it, it must be an updated version! No WI-Fi in the 80s and 90s!
As a child, one of the most fascinating books I owned was The Way Things Work by David Macaulay. I wanted to know how and why things worked. Looking back, this helps explain why I chose supply chain. It fit the bill. I knew I didn’t want to study management. I wanted to know exactly how value was added, and not just become increasingly removed from day-to-day operations that actually pay the bills. Accounting and finance never even entered the picture. In fact, my mom and I joke that we would starve if we had to try and make a living as accountants. I am decent at math, but I make errors far too often, and it is not my thing.
I do have two older cousins who earned supply chain degrees from Michigan State and blazed the trail, but as my older cousin Emily tried to sell me on supply chain, it made me look at the program more critically. Instead, my experiences at the Broad Business Student Camp (BBSC) after my junior year of high school sold me on Michigan State and supply chain management. During that week attending BBSC, I had the opportunity to explore State’s incomparable campus, everything the Eli Broad College of Business had to offer, as well as all things supply chain. In short, I had the opportunity to preview what my life would be like as a Michigan State business student with one of my best friends. What was not to like? By the time my parents dropped me off at MSU in August of 1999, I had to kick them out of my dorm room as I had already connected with student groups in the business school, and I was not going to be late for the first meeting.
Now you know why I never wavered in my pursuit of my supply chain degree, in spite of the fact that, deep down, I knew that I wanted to be a teacher as well. As for the deeper lessons that stayed with me and kept me up at night, it all started with a business history class I took during the winter of 2000, the very heights of the dot.com bubble. In fact, the bubble burst that consumed that spring forced me to pay attention. My history professor, in fact, predicted the fall of the stock market (the dot.com bubble) publicly almost as soon as classes started in January. When it finally happened in March, as a 19 year old, it left a deep impression. However, as memorable as that experience was, this is not primarily why I remember this class 25 years later.
Instead, my professor’s description and explanation of how Detroit became the “arsenal of democracy” still sends shivers down my spine. He made the case that the United States and the Allies would not have won World War II without Detroit. While I knew Detroit played an important part in the war, I didn’t realize just how important. Supposedly, when Hitler received intelligence of manufacturing totals coming out of Detroit, he didn’t believe it. Those who had gained manufacturing experience in cities like Detroit, especially Detroit, would turn their focus to the war effort.
When you think of the manufacturing capability we had during that time, the early 20th century, it makes sense. We were able to help supply Great Britain long before we officially entered the war after Pearl Harbor. Thanks to FDR, we switched from manufacturing consumer goods to munitions. We went from cars and refrigerators to tanks and aircraft. This is the question that keeps me up at night: Would we be able to do so again if faced with such a crisis? I don’t know.
Actually, I doubt it, as the way things are now. Born at the end of 1980, I’ve watched my entire life as Michigan lived up to its “rust belt” image. Most of the business professionals I graduated with in 2004, me included, had to relocate to states such as Texas and California to find jobs. When my parents graduated from college in the late 70s, there were still good manufacturing jobs to be had right out of high school, although that would soon come to an end. I grew up hearing of plant closures, manufacturing outsourcing, and general loss of manufacturing capability in the United States. It is all I knew. By the time I sought to start my career, little remained. Instead, less secure positions with multinationals outsourcing much of their labor to places like China, Mexico, and India took their place, particularly in the shadow of the first dot.com bust.
By the time I interned with IBM out in Rochester, Minnesota during the summer of 2001, not only did they not have enough for their interns to do, their full-time, permanent employees didn’t either. Instead, they were focusing on their garage bands and updating their resumes. In 2003, as part of a tour of a GM factory in Mexico near the border, I vividly remember seeing rows upon rows upon rows of brand new Pontiac Azteks and Buick Rendezvous awaiting shipment as our chartered bus slowly approached the plant. Looking back, it foreshadowed Pontiacs epic downfall several years later. Tragically, Pontiac would never recover from the monstrosity that was the Pontiac Aztek.
My last semester at Michigan State in 2004 brought the Eli Broad College of Business’s first Chinese Supply Chain Symposium. Of course, it focused on all of the wonderful benefits of outsourcing manufacturing to China. I left wondering if I was the only one asking just how long before we were outsourcing our own jobs? Where and when would it end? Was I the only one seeing the connection between outsourcing and both unemployment and underemployment in the United States?
Even Russell Canoe Livery has a supply chain, one with its own set of challenges and setbacks.
I will leave you with this summary. We desperately need to bring manufacturing back to this country. If you think the supply chain interruptions during the COVID 19 pandemic were bad (and I followed them closely), what would happen in the case of an even worse global crisis? Good manufacturing jobs helped finance the growth of the middle class throughout most of the 20th century, particularly after World War II. Why can’t we get back there? We’ve learned so much during that time, and we have the workforce, if given a chance. I hope I live to see it. By the way, this doesn’t mean becoming isolationist. It is simply expanding beyond the pharmaceutical, technology, and service industries. Supporting local farms wouldn’t hurt either! Cheap is good, but it is not always best in the long-run. We’ve remained far too short-sighted and complacent for far too long.
Mom, Dad, and I – MSU Spring 2001Grandma Reid and I – MSU Spring 2001 – One of the best business women I’ve ever known!
Mom, Dad, and I – Spring 2001 Tower Guard Induction – Beaumont Tower, Michigan State University
In honor of Grandma Reid, who worked as a riveter in both Hamtramck, MI and Fort Worth, TX during the World War II era, all before the age of 20.
One of my biggest projects this school year – so far – is to establish a creative writing club for our high school. I started with a vision and my previous experience of working with my teacher bestie, Dorri, to start a writing club at my previous school. To say that I learned from that experience is an understatement.
In that club Dorri and I worked to establish at St. Michael School, we dealt with technology issues, age differences (serving young middle grade students as well as middle school students), not to mention the hazards of the COVID 19 pandemic. It is crazy to think that we achieved anything at all. Yet, we did in a small way, even if the larger St. Michael community didn’t always recognize it.
We may have had a small core of roughly half a dozen students, but they were truly interested. They eagerly learned from one another. My 7th and 8th students demonstrated patience with Dorri’s 3rd graders, many of whom were just learning how to more fully express themselves in writing, expanding their thinking along with their vocabulary. Dorri’s 3rd graders brought enthusiasm and fresh perspectives to their older peers’ projects.
When I started at Michigan Virtual Charter Academy this past fall, I knew that I wanted to become involved in some kind of club. While I knew that we had a well-developed esports program, I didn’t exactly know what other clubs were offered. It turned out that while we offer an academic creative writing class, we did not have a creative writing club. Well, I sought to change that. So far, I have succeeded.
At the beginning of the school year, I focused on creating an online classroom full of resources I could have only dreamed of as a high school student in love with writing. There are dozens of websites to explore, hundreds of writing prompts, inspiring quotes, book recommendations, and so much more. Then, I watched over several weeks as my students connected and explored common interests. They grew as writers and found the confidence to share their work and a little bit about themselves. Students then spent much of the semester writing pieces intended for eventual publication, likely a blog. What happened next, I did not see coming.
We may have to wait until next school year to publish anything, but not only are both the principal and assistant principal extremely supportive, our head of school now knows about the project. In fact, I’ve received nothing but positive feedback. Right now, I am working on helping to ensure we keep moving ahead in the right direction. Who knows where this will take us? Already, I have had two new club members join in the first few weeks of this new semester. They’ve fit in seamlessly, which is a testament to the culture my students created. I am incredibly proud of what they’ve achieved!
This book never left me — and I wrote the original review nearly nine years ago! It gets to the heart of why I love music so much and choose to write about it. It may take some digging, but it will be well worth it!