Author Archives: Michael Katz

Are You A Bank Or A Gas Station?

“What’s Nathan been up to lately?,” asked my wife, Linda. Nathan is the son of my friend Matt, and since Matt and I had just had a couple of beers the other night (as we do nearly every Tuesday night), it seemed like a reasonable question. Unfortunately, I really had no idea. Listen To This Post Catch-up conversations regarding our respective kids, wives, jobs, pets, etc., are rarely on the table at these weekly events. Instead, and for reasons unclear, […] Click to read more…

 

What’s Your Super Power?

Do you remember your most embarrassing high school moment? I do. (Mine, I mean – I have no idea what yours was.) It was 1976 and I was a sophomore trying out for the school basketball team. I was among those “on the line” – not guaranteed a spot, but within realistic reach, assuming many things went in my favor. It was a four or five day process, during which we ran through all kinds of drills and tests. At […] Click to read more…

 

What Are You Banking On?

I got an email from my bank yesterday morning. I don’t want to mention their name specifically, other than to say that it kind of rhymes with Bank of America. Here is the complete text of the email: Thank you for allowing us to be a part of your everyday. As the new year begins, we’d like to thank you for being a Bank of America® client and reinforce our commitment to connecting you to products, guidance and services that […] Click to read more…

 

The World’s Greatest Marketing Tool

I have a terrific office. It’s just a few miles from my house. It’s directly across the street from our town’s village green. It’s so close to the starting line of the Boston Marathon, that if I mash my face against the side window (not recommended), I can see the painted start line in the road. Listen To This Post It’s also reasonably priced, accessible 24/7, and has plenty of parking. Office space in my town (Hopkinton, Massachusetts) isn’t that […] Click to read more…

 

You Delight Up My Life

Here are the three things I love most about the house we moved into this past July: The sunsets. We are up on a little hill; the field behind us faces west and is wide open. Beautiful, nearly every night. The quiet. The bathroom fans are practically silent. The steps to the basement don’t squeak. The kitchen drawers are unslamable. The size. It’s small. If you can’t find something – a shoe, a hat, a spouse – there are only […] Click to read more…