I’ll be in the Chicago area from September 21st – 28th, 2011, and am available to teach public speakers how to use the EARPROMPTER. If you or any of your friends are interested in learning or renewing this magical skill – giving presentations perfectly with no notes or memorizing – now is the time! In 4 hours, you’ll be EARPROMPTER savvy and ready to knock the socks off your future audiences!

My EARPROMPTER classes are casual and fun, and can easily occur in your own home. I can teach you one-on-one or with a small group of friends or colleagues. Let me know you are interested and we’ll work out the logistics.

For more info on the EARPROMPTER, please visit www.earprompter.com.

Given that the Chicago area is one of my second homes, I’ll be offering my at-home teaching fee of $300 per person and a discount on all equipment purchased on the day of the class. And as a special thank you for your referrals, I look forward to giving you 15% of the class fee for anyone you send my way.

Please call me at 1-800-776-5376 and we’ll make EARPROMPTER magic happen in your life!

I’ll be in the D.C./Baltimore area from September 28th – October 3rd, 2011, and am available to teach public speakers how to use the EARPROMPTER. If you or any of your friends are interested in learning or renewing this magical skill – giving presentations perfectly with no notes or memorizing – now is the time! In 4 hours, you’ll be EARPROMPTER savvy and ready to knock the socks off your future audiences!

My EARPROMPTER classes are casual and fun, and can easily occur in your own home. I can teach you one-on-one or with a small group of friends or colleagues. Let me know you are interested and we’ll work out the logistics.

For more info on the EARPROMPTER, please visit www.earprompter.com.

Given that the D.C./Baltimore area is my second home, I’ll be offering my at-home teaching fee of $300 per person and a discount on all equipment purchased on the day of the class. And as a special thank you for your referrals, I look forward to giving you 15% of the class fee for anyone you send my way.

Please call me at 1-800-776-5376 and we’ll make EARPROMPTER magic happen in your life!

Nothing could describe the feeling of being at sea any better than this does.  The author of this piece (not me, unfortunately) had to be a seagoing sailor who spent some good hours aboard ship.  Reading it brought back so many memories.

I Was Once A Sailor

I liked standing on the bridge wing at sunrise with salt spray in my face and clean ocean winds whipping in from the four quarters of the globe – - the ship beneath me feeling like a living thing as her engines drove her swiftly through the sea.

I liked the sounds of the Navy — the piercing trill of the boatswains pipe, the syncopated clangor of the ship’s bell on the quarterdeck, the harsh squawk of the 1MC, and the strong language and laughter of sailors at work. I liked Navy vessels — nervous darting destroyers, plodding fleet auxiliaries and amphibs, sleek submarines and steady solid aircraft carriers.

I liked the proud names of Navy ships: Midway, Lexington, Bunker Hill, Saratoga, Coral Sea, Antietam, Valley Forge, Bon Homme Richard – -

Hornet, Forrestal, Ranger, Essex etc. memorials of great battles won and tribulations overcome.

I liked the lean angular names of Navy “tin-cans” and escorts – - Hale, Dahlgren, Mullinix, McCloy, Damato, Leftwich, Mills, Stickell, Noa, Paul, Coontz, T.C. Hart, Glover – - mementos of heroes who went before us. And the others – - San Jose, San Diego, Los Angeles, St. Paul, Newport News and Chicago – - named for our cities.

I liked the tempo of a Navy band blaring through the topside speakers as we pulled away from the oiler after refueling at sea.

I liked Liberty Call and the spicy scent of a foreign port.

I even liked the never-ending paperwork and all-hands working parties as my ship filled herself with the multitude of supplies, both critical and mundane in order to cut ties to the land and carry out her mission anywhere on the globe where there was water to float her.

I liked sailors, officers and enlisted men from all parts of the land, farms of the Midwest, small towns of New England, from the cities, the mountains and the prairies, from all walks of life. I trusted and depended on them as they trusted and depended on me — for professional competence, for comradeship, for strength and courage. In a word, they were “shipmates”; then and forever.

I liked the surge of adventure in my heart, when the word was passed: “Now set the special sea and anchor detail – all hands to quarters for leaving port,” and I liked the infectious thrill of sighting home again, with the waving hands of welcome from family and friends waiting pier side.

The work was hard and dangerous; the going rough at times; the parting from loved ones painful, but the companionship of robust Navy laughter, the “all for one and one for all” philosophy of the sea was ever present.

I liked the serenity of the sea after a day of hard ship’s work, as flying fish flitted across the wave tops and sunset gave way to night.

I liked the feel of the ship in darkness — the masthead and range lights, the red and green navigation lights and stern light, the pulsating phosphorescence of radar repeaters — they cut through the dusk and joined with the mirror of stars overhead. And I liked drifting off to sleep lulled by the myriad noises large and small that told me that my ship was alive and well, and that my shipmates on watch would keep me safe.

I liked quiet mid-watches with the aroma of strong coffee — the lifeblood of the Navy permeating everywhere.

And I liked hectic watches when the exacting minuet of haze-gray shapes racing at flank speed kept all hands on a razor edge of alertness.

I liked the sudden electricity of “General quarters, general quarters, all hands man your battle stations,” followed by the hurried clamor of running feet on ladders and the resounding thump of watertight doors as the ship transformed herself in a few brief seconds from a peaceful workplace to a weapon of war — ready for anything.

And I liked the sight of space-age equipment manned by youngsters clad in dungarees and sound-powered phones that their grandfathers would still recognize.

I liked the traditions of the Navy and the men and women who made them. I liked the proud names of Navy heroes: Halsey, Nimitz, Perry, Farragut, John Paul Jones and Burke. A sailor could find much in the Navy: comrades-in-arms, pride in self and country, mastery of the seaman’s trade. An adolescent could find adulthood.

In years to come, when sailors are home from the sea, they will still remember with fondness and respect the ocean in all its moods – the impossible shimmering mirror calm and the storm-tossed green water surging over the bow. And then there will come again a faint whiff of stack gas, a faint echo of engine and rudder orders, a vision of the bright bunting of signal flags snapping at the yardarm, a refrain of hearty laughter in the wardroom and chief’s quarters and mess decks.

Gone ashore for good they will grow wistful about their Navy days, when the seas belonged to them and a new port of call was ever over the horizon.

Remembering this, they will stand taller and say…

” I WAS ONCE A SAILOR, AND I WOULD DO IT AGAIN!”

“Some people spend a lifetime wondering if they made a difference in the
world. The United States Armed Forces don’t have that problem.” — Ronald
Reagan

“Any man who may be asked in this century what he did to make his life
worthwhile can respond with a great deal of pride, “I served in the United
States Navy.” – - John F. Kennedy

Also saw my Marin County friends Marty and Linda Albion, spent quality time with my sister Karen Heaton, caught up with an old Naval Academy buddy Donn Byrne and his wonderful wife Joycie May…

Call me. I’ll be there. 1-619-405-4000.