Certain times of the day, if you’re flipping through the cable channels, you can see a slew of infomercials aimed at keeping a person young: everything from the latest in workout equipment and programs, to nutrition systems, to products for, uh, male performance enhancement. Personally, I’ve discovered something more effective for those in a position to use it: Spend time with your grandchildren.My wife Bernie and I recently visited our daughter Kristen and son-in-law Josh in Atlanta for a few days and I returned, I swear, at least 10 years younger.I’m not sure what exactly enabled me to turn back time, but I have a few ideas. One possibility is my seven-month-old grandson Karter who, since the last I last saw him, has learned to do some remarkable things. Like sit up. And smile all the time, with the rare exception of when he’s hungry. Otherwise, he is totally delightful and his enthusiasm for life is infectious.Meanwhile, Mackenzie, my granddaughter who will be three in March, is energy personified. If we could find a way to bottle her, we’d eliminate our dependence on foreign oil. Show her a field, and she must run around and through it. Teach her a song and she’ll sing it all day long.The first day, I took the kids to Atlanta’s Olympic Village, which features some great attractions, including the CNN Tower, Coca-Cola World, and a huge aquarium. But with all that to do, the best part was sitting on the edge of a fountain and enjoying lunch. (The second best part was the looks I got from a number of young ladies who watched me push a tandem stroller and had to be wondering if I’m the kids’ grandfather or father. Shades of Anthony Quinn! Virility, thy name is Harvey!)Each evening, as Karter slept, I spent what we now call “quality time” with Mackenzie. We sang a duet—with apologies to Carly Simon—of “You’re the Love of my Life.” Then, sprinkled with lots and lots of hugs, we’d review the day’s events (at least those I could remember.)One evening, Mackenzie noticed the alligator on my IZOD shirt and couldn’t resist touching it. This, of course, led to a full out tickling contest, the kind with no losers, only winners. So the next day I bought her an IZOD shirt of her own so that we could walk around Atlanta like twins—specifically the Arnold Schwarzenegger-Danny DeVito variety. I ask you, who but a grandkid could convince a grown man to wear matching shirts in public?We also spent a lot of time in the bathroom. It seems Mackenzie is fascinated with flushing the toilet and brushing her teeth. The former I allowed her to enjoy on her own; the latter we did together. (Note to self: When brushing teeth with anyone under three feet near the sink, make sure you watch where you spit.)The fastest five days of my life ended much too quickly and I’m already waiting eagerly for a return trip to Atlanta in a few days. For one thing, I need a Zwiebach fix. Those of you with kids or grandkids know what I mean; those little toast snacks are addictive, but I just can’t buy them for myself. (What would the neighbors think?)In the meantime, I’m left to ponder how I might suggest to all the presidential hopefuls who hope to fix our healthcare system that all they need to do is assign anyone over 55 a grandchild or two. I guarantee you, the use of prescription medication will plummet … and Zweibach toast stock will go trough the roof!
A Healthy Debate
May 28, 2008A friend of mine told me of a time that he took his young son to a mall, where the child
saw something he wanted dad to buy for him. His dad explained that he didn’t have enough money left for the purchase. Undaunted, the youngster said, “Then just go and buy some more money.”
Kids, they do say the darndest things.
I thought my friend’s anecdote amusing when I first heard it; now, seemingly years into the current campaign to see who will replace George W. Bush as the next occupant of the White House, it’s not so funny anymore.
Recent reports show that the combined costs of the campaigns for the major candidates will shatter previous election cycles and, as we all well know, the four-year salary (and benefits) paid to the Leader of the Free World can’t come close to covering these expenses.
I can see it playing out at our house: “Honey, I have great news. An executive search firm found me a job. It pays $200,000 a year for the first four years, with an option for another four years. But then I have to leave and I can never have the job again. Oh, and I only have to pay them $100 million up front and they’ll let me know if I have to pony up any more before I start.”
Nothing real funny here, especially when we consider that the President, in cooperation (and I use that term loosely) with Congress, often is expected to fix our ailing economy by, among other initiatives, returning tax money to us to encourage more trips to the mall.
Wouldn’t it be easier for us to just go and buy some more money?
Anyway, since I have a vested interest in health care, I been thinking lately that even a child could see a disconnect between the amount of money Presidential candidates spend and the high cost of healthcare coverage. Few decent, compassionate people disagree in principle with the concept that a country as blessed as ours should provide some form of healthcare coverage to all. But the challenge to making this a reality—and thus freeing the government to pursue other important issues, like did the New England Patriots really tape their opponents—is how to pay for it.
Assuming we can’t just buy some money and there really are rules amount how much the government can print, I’d like to toss out the beginnings of an idea that, with some spit-balling, brainstorming, and story boarding over a few months during which we can hold a series of mind numbing retreats (Can you tell I’ve had management training?) I believe we can flesh out into a workable course of action.
It starts with all the viable candidates calculating exactly how much they expect to spend on their Presidential campaigns and sending a check in that amount … to me.
What I will do is take that cumulative amount—minus some modest but fair percentage for my trouble—and put it in an account to cover every Americans’ healthcare costs. If that runs out, we’ll hold a Telethon, asking Americans to donate so that we can eliminate a terrible national malady: chronic and excessive Presidential campaigns. When we explain the added benefit of knocking most political pundits off the radio and TV, I’m sure the money will roll in.
But who gets to be President, you ask? I haven’t put the finishing touches on that part of my plan yet, but I’m thinking of somehow working it in with Dancing with the Stars. Unlike most Presidential debates, Americans actually seem to tune in for that show.
Name Your Price
February 26, 2008
There’s a scene in the movie “Three Men and a Baby” where one of the men whose raising an infant says to another, “She made a doodie; your turn to change her.”
To this the other says, “I’ll give you a thousand dollars if you’ll do it.”
I thought of this as I read yet another newspaper article about how we are teetering on the brink of a possible recession, forcing many Americans once again to do a little soul searching about how they affix value to everything from a home … to a car … or even a cup of coffee or a corned beef sandwich.
We live in a blessed nation—where someone could actually pay a thousand dollars to someone just to change a diaper—teeming with possibilities and built on a belief that the American Dream is within everyone’s grasp. Problem is, sometimes dreams can turn into nightmares.
We live in a well-documented materialistic society, where conspicuous consumption is the norm and keeping up with the “Joneses” is a national pastime. What we Americans will pay exorbitant prices for has become a running gag with multiple punch lines: from bottled water, to specialty coffees, to high definition televisions too big for our living rooms. Everyone—including preteens—carries a cell phone, and we shell out outrageous monthly fees to have more cable channels pumped into our homes than we can ever hope to watch. Even the poorest kid from the worst part of town finds a way to own a pair of expensive athletic footwear.
Greater minds than mine have opined about how value is attached to something, from concrete items like jewels and furs, to intangibles, like love, loyalty, and talent. But I do believe this: there’s nothing inherently wrong with owning a large house with multiple rooms—unless those rooms become hiding places for family members trying to avoid each other.
Since this is a healthcare publication and, thanks to presidential politics, this year health care has become a dominant issue for Democrats and Republicans alike, it’s fair to ask: What value do we place on health care in America and how should we determine compensation for the facilities and professionals who deliver that care?
Because the provision of health care is viewed by some as a universal right to be provided to all, its value cannot be determined simply by the Economics 101 lesson of supply and demand. So how do we determine value and, eventually, price and compensation?
A couple of thoughts come to mind. First, while many Americans protest salary increases for police, firefighters, elected officials, and even teachers, they seem to have no problem indirectly (through ticket purchases) supporting lavish lifestyles for actors or pro athletes whose relative contribution to society can’t compare to the aforementioned professions.
Second, while some parents sacrifice for years to pay extra for their children’s education, others are content to send them to inferior schools—but make sure their kids show up for class in designer jeans.
Third, although most employees gripe about increases in their contributions to health insurance or co-pays, universally the first thing they say when a loved one needs care is, I don’t care what it costs, just get him (or her) the best doctors.”
I wish I had answers to share; hey, I wish I could say I never wasted money on some frivolous purchase or under-valued something of real treasure, like the company of a true friend. I guess the most I can hope for, and the reason for this rambling, is just to encourage some thought.
I’ll start: I think it would be a wiser path for me to tap into the value system instilled in me by my parents and other people whose judgment I trust, rather than those singular goal is to separate me from my bank account as quick as possible.
Which means I’ll never pay someone a thousand dollars for someone to change a diaper. (Even 50 years from now, when perhaps that diaper is mine.)
Life on the Edge
January 11, 2008I recently had a “near death” experience with the U.S. healthcare system—figuratively speaking—and I’m just glad I didn’t “cross over” during that time because I don’t think my family could have afforded the costs.Bernie and I are in the process of relocating to Atlanta to be closer to our children. Since Bernie is a nurse who likes her job in a surgery center, her hope was to stay with her current employer but just report to a different location.But Murphy’s Law reared its ugly head, and Bernie found no position waiting for her, at least not right away, which threw us into health insurance limbo for a short period of time that was just long enough to convince me the system is, as the younger generation is known to say, whack.For the next few days, while we pondered Bernie’s future, I began an odyssey in search of reasonably priced health insurance. I started calling different companies and, I’ll be completely honest with you here, I started each conversation with, “Hi, this is Harvey Kart of Hospital News …” I’d pause to let the significance sink in, then continue. ” … and I want to know what the deal is with your coverage.”Perhaps I didn’t stress the Hospital News identification enough but you no doubt will be happy to hear that it bought me no special treatment whatsoever. They asked me about my general health status and I freely and honestly offered that I have a bad back and a touch of arthritis—not too unexpected for someone who has lived five decades already, right?—and the standard response was uh, wait. As in, I may have a waiting period until I can be rated.So I found myself swelling that much ballyhooed statistic of 46 million, as in how many Americans do not have health insurance. A little perturbed and a lot panicked, I checked into COBRA. Without citing an actual monthly cost, let me just say it was this side of astronomical. In other words, COBRA is a great acronym for this program because it really bites.I also figured I better order a 90-day supply of my prescription medication before our present health insurance ended, just to be safe and to make sure my wallet was empty of just about any piece of paper with a dead president on it.Like most people caught in this type of situation, I put my mind in overdrive, grinding back and forth between self-pity and panic. The self-pity verbalized itself mostly this way: “I guess it’s just not a good idea to move closer to the grandkids and have them develop a sense of family.”The panic prompted me to think about over- reacting (and those who know me appreciate that I don’t need a big push in this area) as in planning to spend the next 90-days or so in my house and in bed. Such activities as cutting a cucumber or using a step stool to reach something overhead would be taboo. If possible, I’d encase myself like the Boy in the Bubble, although with my luck I’d end up suffocating myself. And I can’t afford the bill for attempted resuscitation, even if unsuccessful.Finally Bernie’s employer informed her that, indeed, they could use her in a surgery center near our new home in Atlanta. We again were covered through our present plan. I’ll be brutally honest, if not altruistic: It didn’t take long—say about 30 seconds—for my passion for fixing the cracks in our healthcare system to largely subside.Hey, I’m covered, and I figure we’ll be okay for the next few years until we ease into Medicare.But you know what? It’ll be awhile before I forget how it felt to be completely vulnerable to anything from an accident, to a flu bug, to a heart-stopping diagnosis of a major health problem and how any of those could have financially devastated my family. I don’t now the answer, but we’ve got to keep the question on the table until we find one.
How do we handle international patients?
January 11, 2008The healthcare community is so complex. To make it even more challenging is the growth of international business in throughout the country. How is the healthcare community able to relate with the foreign business professionals that come to the US? Can we communicate? Do we supply healthcare services that they are use to? What insurance do they buy? Who is responsible the employee or the employer? Should we take it upon ourselves to educate these people? OK 1..2…3…, who will develop a solution for this challenge?? I spent this morning meeting with some amazing people that were doing just this brainstorming these challenges and ideas. Jim Munson, Sallie Stearns, Eric Gadlage and Tad Thompson are all experts in their fields and believe in the need to answer these questions!
How complicated is technology getting??
January 9, 2008I sit at my desk pondering the idea that there are so many computers, so many websites and now so many social online networks! Where do i go first, where do i login when i sit down at my desk in the morning? Is it Myspace? Facebook? My alma mater’s online community called E2 at Elon University?
New Beginnings
August 5, 2006It hardly seems possible, but our daughter Mackenzie will enter her first preschool class this year. Can it be that much longer before I’m walking her down the aisle and giving her away to another man who really isn’t good enough for her and if he doesn’t treat my little girl with respect, I’ll…Whoa, sorry about that. I guess I got a little ahead of myself. What Mackenzie’s Next Big Milestone caused me to ponder is how often, even during the course of a year, we are presented with an opportunity for a fresh start.We humans can be quirky in so many ways. For example, we look to certain days or dates on a calendar as official starting points for new endeavors or behavioral changes. Take New Year’s Day, the traditional starting point for resolutions covering everything from dieting and exercise to more productivity at work or greater spiritual growth. You might argue that January 1 is the absolute worst day to make changes in our lives, coming after a holiday season filled with parties, spending and excessive food consumption and at the beginning of the longest stretch of winter.Some of us use birthdays as starting points, especially those Big Numbers, like 21, 30, or 50, to assess our lives so far and commit to some positive changes. For somewhat lesser changes—say, beginning a new diet or workout regimen—many will choose Sunday or Monday, to get the week off to a good start. (Of course, by Wednesday, most are wondering where it all went wrong!)It’s not too often that we say to ourselves, “When I’m about 34 years and three months old, on a Tuesday at 2:15 p.m., I think I’ll start writing the Great American Novel.”Yet another time of the year that inspires new beginnings is late summer, around the end of August and into September—”the most wonderful time of the year” for parents of school-aged children, at least according to one TV commercial I’ve seen. From the time we are kids ourselves, we get conditioned to see this as a time to exit the lazy, hazy days of summer, put on our game faces and get ready for some serious work, at least until the end of the year when the holidays give us a brief reprieve.So what’s the point of all this? Just that I think it’s a good thing that we build in times that allow us a bit of a fresh start, to figuratively check our internal compass and commit to corrections in our direction, whether it be related to our personal, spiritual, physical, or professional well being. I suppose unless you are a teacher, the late summer new beginning is never as dramatic as it was when we were in school. Then the slate was literally and figuratively wiped clean.But there’s still something there, something that says we can always do better, always be better, and this just feels like the time to make whatever changes we can to get there.I hope each of you will find at least a moment as we move closer to fall to recommit to your work, to your families and communities, and to yourself. There’s an old proverb I read once that says, “The best time to plant a tree is 20 years ago and the next best time is right now.”Whatever you dream, whatever you hope to accomplish, whatever you still wish for your life, if it’s still achievable, there’s no time like now to begin to make it happen.
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