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by Jim Clifton
Throughout this year’s long election season, I was often asked: “Who will be better for jobs and the economy, President Obama or Governor Romney?” My reply most surely disappointed partisans from both sides: The president of the United States doesn’t make as much difference in terms of creating economic energy as you’d think, according to Gallup data.
In fact, if the president mattered that much, why is it that cities and states have such extreme variation in their local GDP and job growth? Shouldn’t they all go up or down together with each president?
Instead, Austin, Texas, and Nashville, Tenn., are booming, while Albany, N.Y., and Stockton, Calif., are failing. Texas is prospering while California is almost surely going broke. Austin’s jobless rate is around 5%, while the unemployment rate in Stockton is above 13%.
The reality is, when it comes to creating economic growth and good jobs, local leadership trumps national leadership. For instance, Austin and Albany are both capital cities in big American states. Neither city is located by a port or a natural tourist attraction with beaches or mountains. They’re pretty much alike, except that Austin wins big and Albany loses big.
The difference, in my view, is that Austin has deeply caring, highly engaged business, political, and philanthropic leaders with principles, policies, beliefs, and values about human nature that work. They understand how to build a thriving, growing economy — one that welcomes business and entrepreneurship. Albany has the opposite, as I see it: Leaders with principles, policies, values, and beliefs that discourage business and entrepreneurship, if not outright scaring them away.
Cities across the country with great leadership are filled with booming startup companies, and those cities have thriving economies that create authentic, organically grown good jobs. These cities are saving America, while the others are letting the country down.
Great city leadership has never been so needed. Nationally, business startups are currently growing at under 400,000 annually. If this rate doesn’t double soon, in my view, absolutely nothing will fix our current nightmare of joblessness.
And this just isn’t a problem that Washington can fix, regardless of who is president. Of course good policy for small businesses is better than bad policy, but in my opinion, the estimated 10,000 business, political, and philanthropic leaders of all shapes and sizes who drive the performance of America’s top 100 cities are the most important people in our country right now. Nothing can be more important to these essential American leaders than turning their towns into roaring economic engines that encourage entrepreneurs to thrive. When it comes to building and sustaining economic energy, frankly, they matter more than the president.
The United States is at a critical juncture in its economic history. Whether the country makes a historic comeback or slowly goes broke, it will do so one city at a time.
Jim Clifton is Chairman and CEO of Gallup. He is author of The Coming Jobs War (Gallup Press, 2011).
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by Mike McCartney Sooteyeout Publishing
How many hours a day do you put in running your business? 14, 15?
There is a little coffee roasting shop in San Jose I go to on weekend mornings. The old guy who runs it hires only young girls and has them dress like Hooters. Today there was only one person behind the counter. She was running back and forth doing everything from making drinks to making coffee urns to taking orders and running the cash register. There was a long line across the whole shop.
The old man who owns the place was standing watching her. He ran out to tell another merchant from the shopping center who walked in that he would get her coffee when it slowed down, and ignored the rest of the line, she was special I guess.
He went behind the counter and hovered over the poor girl for a minute and then came down by the corner of the shop by me and hid, so he could watch from there. I asked him: “Why don’t you help her?”
He answered, “I am.”
I left and got coffee somewhere else, and thought afterwards: “He does not even know how to make the coffee drinks he sells or how to run his own cash register.”
There are just time that you pray for the likes of Gordon Ramsey to walk in and start swearing at people like that.
- Fresh Flakes – Frank Zappa
They don’t do no good
They never be workin’
When they oughta should
They waste your time
They’re wastin’ mine
California’s got the most of them
Boy, they got a host of them
Swear t’God they got the most
At every business on the coast…
“I’m a moron ‘n’ this is my wife
She’s frosting a cake
With a paper knife
All what we got here’s
It’s a little bit cheesey,
But it’s nicely displayed
Well we don’t get excited when it
Crumbles ‘n’ breaks
We just get on the phone
And call up some Flakes
They rush on over
‘N’ wreck it some more
‘N’ we are so dumb
They’re linin’ up at our door…”
“Well, the toilet went crazy
The plumber he says
“Never flush a tampoon!”
This great information
Cost me half a week’s pay
And the toilet blew up
Later on the next day ay-eee-ay
Blew up the next day WOO-OOO..”
* Flake Response—
“We are millions ‘n’ millions
We’re coming to get you
We’re protected by unions
So don’t let it upset you
Can’t escape the conclusion
It’s probably God’s Will
Will grind to a standstill
And we are the people
Who will make it all happen
While yer children is sleepin’,
Yer puppy is crappin’
You might call us Flakes
Or something else you might coin us
But we know you’re so greedy
That you’ll probably join us…..”
Authors note: There is something about this guy that just got to me. This is real Americana. His prices are fair, and the quality is great, but you have to hear his story. If you have any Americans in the family, think about them at http://store.theleatherbeltshop.com/ for Christmas.
Hi, Bill here, Thank you from all of us here at theleatherbeltshop.com. I started working leather at the age of ten with my grandfather. I was raised on a dairy farm in Connecticut where my grandfather made all the leather tack, and saddles, not only for the farm, but for all the other farms around us. After my grandfathers passing, I kept working leather untill i went in the Army. After my time in the Army, I moved to California where i worked in construction. I still worked with leather, making tool bags, belts, and holders for other construction workers i worked with. After having to retire, I found it was hard to find top quality leather products. I found “so called genuine leather” belts coming in from China, and other places made with a very thin piece of leather on top, and bottom, with cardboard or other things in between. So I started theleatherbeltshop.com. I was surprised to find so many looking for real leather belts. There are now five of us here to serve you. Our belts are made in the U.S.A. from U.S.A. products by Americans. Thank you from all of us for keeping American working. Bill, Allison, Christian, Pat, and Richard.
Labor Day Gift for Parents: Since the Apple Won’t Fall Very Far From It, Plant Your Tree Accordingly
Oh Lord, what have I done? You have turned me into my father, and my children into me. It says in the “Good Book” that the sins of the fathers will be vest unto the 3rd and 4th generation. Does this mean that they have to go through EVERYTHING I did “growing up?”
I have two wonderful, beautiful, intelligent, rebellious, independent daughters that I wouldn’t trade for the world. It hasn’t always been that way. Believe it or not Daddy was not a perfect saint (nor was his father) and there might have been the occasional indiscretion during their collective childhood that might not have seemed politically correct.
Having been a professional photographer since high school (thanks Cindy) and also possessing a rather unique sense of humor (thanks Frank Zappa) there have been instances where my more devilish side took precedence over what my mother (and current wife) would have thought acceptable. If your child is already hysterical and throwing an incredible hissy fit for not getting her way (down to the swimming pool fast enough) what harm could evolve from taking advantage of their relative lack of mobility (being 18 lbs at the time) and hanging them on the hotel coat rack – just for a quick photo? Child Protection Service does have a statute of limitations, don’t they?
There also might have been the occasional excuse to throw a giant party in the back yard, invite the whole neighborhood and entire Christmas list, buy a couple of kegs and have my buddies bring over a band or two and play music ‘till the cops come. Thankfully it was usually an excusable occasion, like St. Patrick’s day in June, and usually a reasonable hour when they finally broke us up because the neighbors across the canyon (a mile and a half away) began complaining around 1:00AM. It is always nice to have a few friends on the police force. There is nothing quite as heartwarming as finding your three year old toddling across the living room floor (as the adults all migrated outside) helping mommy and daddy by draining the last inch of beer, mai-tai’s, and margaritas’ out of all of the cups lining the tables. The next morning was not usually a good one for any of us. Thanks again for that CPS reprieve.
Having had the neighborhood built-in pool, the trampoline, the pool table in the basement, etc. My babies were raised in, shall we say, a convivial environment. Don’t get me wrong, we went to Church at least once a week, were involved in worship ministries, field trips, the wife taught Sunday school, etc. Just a couple of times a year we let our hair down, so to speak. Having myself grown up in a similar environment there was no sense of hypocrisy at all. My parents’ best friends were good old German Missouri Synod Lutherans, and every Sunday after church we’d get together with a few dozen folks, including the Pastor, for cocktails and a bar-b-que.
My wife and I were good enough parents in most ways; helped with homework, softball games and sodas with the other kids parents in the parks on Sunday afternoons, lots of sleep over’s, and plenty of hours on weekend mornings watching Barney and Sesame street. There were piano lessons, they both got there kiddy Black Belts in Karate, and we put them into a Spanish immersion school. Our two little perfect babies really never gave us any trouble at all for so long. Then there was High School.
I’m not saying either turned bad, or got into a real huge amount of trouble, but the attitudes changed. As is the custom in California my wife decided that not all marriages were made in heaven, and that the grass was indeed far greener on the far side of the hill and we divorced when the girls were just entering High School. Now I’m certainly not saying that I was any saint, and that she didn’t have a reason or two to want a change of scenery, just that the “better or worse thing” was something I took seriously. Anyhow, timing being what it was we still tried our damndest to provide a stable environment for the kids. I moved, and so that the kids didn’t have to move during high school we split the assets in a way that allowed them to keep the house that they grew up in.
Partly, I’m sure, blaming me for that and a few other faults, and partly that they just reached the age that I remember so well as spreading wings and a total disdain for authority, Daddy became persona-non-grata for each of them for a time. Thank God it seemed to alternate years, and one of them was always being at least cordial. Remembering my own high school and early college years, I think most of the time I came home it was to visit a girlfriend. We didn’t hang out a ton, but that was just the way my parents were treated by then too. We still had the annual waters ski trips to our secret lake, but instead of cousins and their mom’s family (we stayed friends, but that just got a bit weird for a while) the girls started bringing their friends, and boyfriends, and coming up in their own cars.
The eldest graduated Valedictorian in her high school, and is the case with so many second children; the younger had no interest in competing for grades. She is just as smart and will do just as well in life, but the 4.3 thing just wasn’t in the cards at the time. They also both took turns being the “wild child.”
After both threatening to spread their wings and go to school back east, the younger one ended up attending my alma mater of UCSB, and the eldest ended up at USD. I guess dad brought them up to be California kids after all.
What brought this up is that currently they are both calling me, unsolicited, just to talk. This is MAJOR and recent. My older one had some boyfriend problems and needed a few extra daddy sessions, and my baby had some issues with attendance, but that has been resolved and she actually is going to summer school this year and is actually graduating a year early. I am taking the long weekend and driving down with my new wife (both kids went to dads wedding two years ago) to see my baby in SB. We spent the first week of the summer with the eldest at my new wife’s family reunion in Utah. Great people, but the heat made that a huge sacrifice. They have both turned out with wonderful aspects of their mother, and of me. They are independent, directed, hard working, stubborn, loving, kind, bossy, empathetic, and giving young ladies and I could not be more proud.
The point is this: for those of you with young ones, be patient. They will hurt and destroy you, disrespect and loath you, scare the bejesus out of you, piss you off, and generally take you to the poor house. If you’ve done a reasonable job of loving them and nurturing them, with the grace of God (and a little luck) they will turn out just fine.
It’s conference time. You’ve selected San Diego as your location, and you begin perusing the specs of your location options. Golf course: Check.Swimming pool: CheckBanquet hall: CheckWindowless meeting rooms guaranteed to put participants into a coma? Stop right there.
If you haven’t noticed, at most conferences, there are always a few participants playing hooky from the breakout sessions. And the ones who do show up begin nodding off at around 2:00 p.m. Punitive measures are hardly likely to amp up the motivation.So what can you do?Whether it’s a breakout session at a sales meeting, a weeklong conference or a single full-day meeting, maximize the motivation and energy of the actual meetings.
1. Choose a location that has outstanding meeting room facilities. Having facilities staff drag in a screen on a tripod just won’t cut it anymore. Give your presenters the environment and equipment they need to deliver a powerful presentation. Choose a location that has meeting rooms with integrated systems and drop-down screens. Look for San Diego meeting rooms that reflect the quality of the work you expect.
2. Hold a pre-meeting with presenters. Allow them to familiarize themselves with the facilities and technology available to them. Have presenters sketch out their agendas and activities. Hold them accountable for fully utilizing the technology and tools provided.
3. Assign pre-work. Ideal pre-meeting work is brief, requires action (not just thought) and is meaningful. In addition, it should be made clear to participants how the pre-work will be used in the meeting. For example, a good pre-meeting assignment requires participants to locate (or gather from customers) numerical data that will be incorporated into a chart of graph at the meeting. A poor pre-meeting assignment requires participants to show up with opinions. There is no action required and they are likely to do the assignment in the elevator on the way to the meeting, if at all.
4. Market the meeting. Have presenters send out preview information about topics and activities, including how the participants’ pre-meeting assignments will be used. At your presenters’ pre-meeting, you will have ensured that the topics and activities are, in fact, worth previewing. 5.Surprise participants with something fun in the last half hour of the meeting. Forego the usual cookies and coffee and have hot appetizers instead. Hold a drawing for dinner, a round of golf, or a show. At least that will give truants a reason to feel bad about missing the meeting!
Jessica writes about a wide variety of topics. She especially enjoys writing about business. You can learn more about San Diego Meeting Rooms at http://www.palacasino.com/
I have always been a California boy. I was born here, went to school here, worked here, and will most likely die here unless I am traveling at the time.
For some reason the women I have attracted have never been from California. My first two wives were from Michigan and my current (and last) was raised in Oregon/Washington. My sensibilities tend to gravitate towards football games, hot buttered rum drinks, and over-eating when the rains come. This is obviously not too healthy, but the “rainy days” are few and far enough between that the lifestyle never gets too sedentary. Of course ski trips and other “outward bound” trips break up the winter. My skiing career started when I was 5, walking up the hills and skiing down. The thing I never really embraced was the all day, grey day in March when there is no Football, Baseball is just in training, and BasetBall and Hockey are not my favorites.
The mother of my children, although we split up 7 years ago she is still a dear friend, was one of the Michi’ganders. She was born in Kalamazoo, which is a name I have always loved just for the sound of it. “Tippy-canoe-and-Kalamazoo-Too.”
We had kidz. We had great kidz; they were into everything. They attended Adalante Spanish immersion school, the both got their kiddy black belts in Okinawa Karate, they played some music, held interests in teaching and journalism, partied like their parents, loved and helped people like their pastors, and were generally just great kidz.
This happens to be a very rainy day. It somehow reminded me of some of the most wonderful things that my Michigan wife and I did with our Kidz.
There was an area down from where we lived in the hills, down by Middlefield “Little Mexico” where the fields were not as well grated, and there were big depressions in the turf, where huge lakes (at least 8”deep) would accumulate during a good rainfall. Kip (Mom) would dress the girls all up in their finest Muck-luk attire (boots, hoods, slickers, goggles, astro-hand-warmers, etc…) and we would head for the puddles. It didn’t matter if it was raining 1” an hour at the time. It also didn’t really matter how cold it was outside, but being California, it was usually still mid ‘60’s when we were out.
The real game plan was to totally drench everybody around you. It didn’t matter that it was cold and wet, the action of the competition and play was such that nobody was ever cold. There would be the unsuspecting girl (or Black Lab) standing way too close to a 6” puddle, and it was irresistible to jump in with both feet and splash the heck our of everything.. As the exhaustion became an aphrodisiac and the endorphins mixed with the lack of sensitivity to the cold, we became a bit bolder. What were at first “foot- stomps” denigrated into full body slams into the cold rainwater. When the splashes were insufficient, there was indeed (hate to say it as a dad) dunking involved. There were side splashes, back splashes, back lashes and amazing crashes. There were times we brought our bikes, walked with spikes, floated tikes, it was all good.
The inevitable end to the day was to throw all the clothes (down to the undies) into a huge garbage bag, pile into the Astro Van (the best family vehicle we were ever exposed to until my wife decided we needed a leather lined Tahoe that got half the mileage and cost twice as much) and as hypothermia was beginning to take control, rolled back into the driveway of our Upland home.
Decontamination was efficient, concise, and incredibly poorly received. Upon return home after this afternoon of excess mud and clayurnal bliss, the clean-up process at home was not popular. There was the garden hose for the bulk of the mud, then the total strip search on the porch for the remainder of the mud. Tubs were simultaneously run, and by the time the girls had recovered from the shock of the hoses and subsequent stripping, and were ready for the hot tub. Not like we had a “HotTub” but the tub in their bathroom was by then, pretty inviting,
An hour later, dressed in their “onesies” or whatever attire was appropriate for their age, we were all snuggled in front of the fireplace. We were always resplendent with the memories of the day, the wonderful feeling of having an athletic “outdoor” day, enjoying the contrasts in temperature, the sheer excitement of the splashing and wallowing, and sharing the “Aprè” experience with our family.
Every time I see a puddle on the side of the road, I have to drive through it or stomp on it.
I love you, my girls! Kayla, Kelsey, and Kippy