Dave Cunix

Sep 142014


I heard the drums of war.  Again.

We are ready, once again, to pick sides in the Muslim world. We always think that we know what we are doing.  We identify the bad actors, the Evildoers, and announce that we will destroy them.  In an effort to minimize our personal involvement (ground troops), we lionize the sworn enemies of our new enemies.  We train our new friends.  We give them lots of nifty weapons.  And when our new enemy has been vanquished by us and our new friends, we try to leave.  We give the keys to the country to the victors and walk away.

That’s the theory.

We are currently freaked about a couple of brutal beheadings. To combat this we’ll recruit the help of the Saudi’s, the government that has helped to fund ISIS, provided leadership and manpower, and who has regularly scheduled public beheadings.

It’s the blind leading the visually impaired.

Should we have bombed Syria last year? Should we have armed the “moderate” Syrian opposition?

I have no idea. I have the same queasy feeling I had prior to our last incursion into Iraq.  What are we trying to do?  When will we know that we’ve done it?  What is our exit strategy?  My biggest concern centers on our lack of presidential leadership.

Wouldn’t it be great if we had a president with the courage of his convictions of a John McCain, but with the wisdom of – who?

Seriously, who? Certainly not John McCain, the human embodiment of road rage.  But not the current guy.  And not his predecessor.  Our current president can’t seem to grasp the counter-intuitive nature of these fights.  It’s not about logic.  Countries do not base their actions on President Obama’s perception of their best interest.  These decisions are based on religion, emotion, and slights that we’ve never bothered to understand.  With that in mind we must learn that the enemy of our enemy may also be our enemy.  In fact, it is unlikely that we have any friends in that region, just business partners.

And the last guy? That damage may never be repaired.

If you are looking for measured responses and justifiable restraint, you might want to consider Bill Clinton and the first President Bush. Colin Powell provided an oral history of the run-up to the first Gulf War to PBS.  Sadly, General Powell’s credibility was permanently damaged by the younger Bush.

We want to rid the world of ISIS. Sounds good.  How?  John McCain would have had us in Syria a year ago.  Undoubtedly, some of the very people he would have armed last year we would be fighting this year.

Déjà vu.

Do you remember the Mujahedeen? We wanted the Soviet Union out of Afghanistan.  President Ronald Reagan, with the help of Senator Charlie Wilson (D-TX), armed and trained the Mujahedeen.  Those weapons and that training greatly benefited two successor groups, Al-Qaeda and the Taliban.

This link is to a Guardian article from 1999!  This article was published almost two years before September 11th.  Fifteen years later and it is difficult to prove that we have learned anything from our misadventures.

Five hundred years ago, observers from a distant planet would have seen the French, the Spanish, the Portuguese, the Italians, the English, the Dutch, and the Germans engaged in unspeakable behavior on behalf of their Church, their monarchs, and their homelands. Forced Conversions.  The slaughter of the innocents.  The destruction of other cultures.  Slavery.  Rape.  Brutality.  And our observers, safe in the knowledge that they were beyond the reach of humans could let this play out.  Who would survive?  Who wouldn’t?  It wouldn’t matter to them.  But we, the United States and the rest of the now-civilized world, don’t have that luxury in 2014.  We can’t just let the various sects of Islam fight it out amongst themselves.  We are too dependent on their oil.  And they are too dependent on our attention.

So I hear the drums of war.  Again.

Aug 272014

Memorial Plaque


Rabbi Galperin walked over to the wall, the south wall of the main sanctuary of our synagogue, and studied the memorial plaques.  Like so many synagogues, we have an area dedicated to the memory of loved ones who are no longer with us.  Each plaque has a little bulb that stays lit during the month commemorating the anniversary of the person’s death.  Rabbi Galperin started at the top with the bulb next to the name Jerome Cunix, and gently unscrewed the bulb just enough to extinguish the light.  And with that another year passed since the day my father died.

My father succumbed to cancer on August 2, 1994, a month before his 69th birthday.  That day was the 25th of Av in the Jewish lunar calendar.   This year, the 25th of Av was last Thursday.  That was the official day to mourn his passing.  But as anyone who has lost a parent can attest, mourning isn’t ruled by a calendar


Aug 072014


We have been described as a nation of slobs.  I disagree.  No, we aren’t living in the early 1960’s, a time where gentlemen wore hats and long sleeved shirts beneath their tailored suit coats.  But we haven’t migrated to the other extreme.  I saw a guy in an office the other day that proved the point.  He was wearing a wrinkled suit and a tie that landed half-way up a shirt that may, or may not, have ever been tucked in to his ill-fitting pants.  He was a mess, but he was still close to where he needed to be.  And I got to thinking that there are three types of slobs.

Naturally Sloppy – This is someone who couldn’t keep his shirt tucked in and his tie straight if his life depended upon it.  Those around him realize that neatness must be like singing, a talent that some people have and some just don’t.

Personal Style – Convinced that this is either in style or HIS style, his shirt and tie are just part of his total look.  Much like the 3 day beard (not 2 day not 4), it is specific in what is and isn’t out of place.  His look has its own internal logic and truth.

The Attention Seeker – Starved for any attention, even negative, his appearance is a faux rebellion.  His attention is intentionally disruptive.  He wants to be the focal point even if it will lead to being reprimanded or to be excluded from other activities or opportunities.

Unless this is the first time you have read this blog, you know that this post isn’t about guys walking around with exposed shirttails.  It is about employees.  Bad employees.

Good employees will have to wait for another day.  People who excel at their jobs are never truly appreciated.  That is just the way it is.  Employees who do their job, nothing less and never anything more, seldom warrant much attention positive or negative.  This post is about the people that set the boss’s teeth on edge.

The Incompetent – Overmatched.  It is a daily battle.  They fight the job and the job wins.  This is an employer problem.  They have assigned the wrong person for the job.  We wouldn’t assign a guy 5’2” tall to guard an NBA center, yet business routinely puts the equally unqualified into jobs that they can not do.   It is not the employee’s fault.

The Clueless – This worker is absolutely positive that she is a rising star.  She is the reckless driver on her cellphone who has never been in an accident, but has caused numerous fender-benders.  Her mistakes are intentional.  She just doesn’t know that they are mistakes.

The Saboteur – The worst of all employees and we have all had one.  “No one could be that stupid”, you yell as you discover another mistake.  At some point the employer realizes that this employee wants to be disciplined and he hopes to be fired.  Being fired feeds into his internal narrative that everyone picks on him, nobody appreciates him, and that he was just too good and the other employees were jealous.  And, if you’re fired you get unemployment insurance.

One of my clients is dealing with a Saboteur.  Stuff disappears for a day or two, everyone gets upset, and then the hero finds the missing item where others had already looked.  Forms are misfiled, telephone messages are consistently wrong, and the rest of the employees are now left to wonder how long such behavior can be tolerated.  It is all so disruptive.  It is all so unnecessary.

My client knows what he has to do.  He has to terminate the malcontent.  But it is hard.  For one, he has to admit that he totally screwed up by hiring the guy.  For another, he also has to overcome his disappointment.  My client had been looking for a key person for a number of years.  He thought that he had finally found the right guy.  Firing any employee is difficult.  This will be that much harder.   But being a business owner requires a certain level of intestinal fortitude.  He can’t allow one employee to destroy his business.

So when it comes to negative behavior we are left to ask whether or not it is intentional.  And then we have to act.

Jul 222014

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I could hear him before I could see him.   I was at the Ann Arbor Art Fest talking with John Russell, the guy who makes my pens, at his booth on South University Street.  It was Friday morning, the third day of the art show, and the crowd was building steadily.  John and I were talking about the various woods he uses and his unique process of incorporating exotic materials, like snake skins, into some his high end rollerball and fountain pens.  But the rhythmic playing of the karatalas cut through all of the crowd noise.

I heard the chanting and turned to see a man who appeared to be somewhere around my age dressed in off-white robes and bluer than blue high-top sneakers.  Due to the security protocols put in place after 9/11, the only place many of us now see a Hare Krishna is on a college campus.  I was now officially in Ann Arbor.  He chanted and danced to his own music.  He was not begging for money or food, just attention.   He was part of the scene, no different than the band that was performing a few blocks away.

Even though we were looking at each booth, we still managed to put about a block between us and the Hare Krishna.  This wasn’t intentional.  For the most part, he was in his own world and didn’t seek to make eye contact with the crowd.  Every now and then I could hear the karatalas or his chanting.


Sally and I were in Ann Arbor for my annual art shopping trip.  I still have empty walls in the Bogart, Cunix & Browning suite.  It is my goal to add a couple of interesting pieces each year.  I scored two clocks last year.  Two years ago I purchased the amazing digital picture from Beau Tudzarov.   This year I saw the new work from Beau, Ralph Rankin and Greg Billman.  Ralph, an incredible photographer, usually limits his art show booths to his ceramic works.  This year he also brought his newest passion, digital collage photographs printed on metals.  Bold. Surrealistic.  Mine will be shipped in a few weeks.  I’m already second guessing my purchase.  I’m debating whether I should have bought a bigger image or two of the pictures.  They are that cool.


It was the showdown at the OK Corral.  At one end of the block was the Hare Krishna.  At the other end, the most cluttered of minds, dressed in shorts and the usual offensive t shirt, eyed the infidel and marched into war.  Yes, it was a schmuck from Jews for Jesus.  The back of his shirt said that “Jesus made me Kosher” but he looked like someone who couldn’t find a Jew in a B’nai B’rith convention.  As I noted in Pigs For Bacon in 2010, few things offend me more than some guy hawking religion like an overpriced vacuum, foisting pamphlets on passers-by, and worse, dragging us into their pitch.  But I always worry that I could be overly sensitive.  More often or not, a simple “Get away” is enough to clear my path.  Buy this yahoo, also about my age, was enraged.  He marched up to the chanting Hare Krishna and began to berate him.

“You are worshipping a false god.”  The chanting continued.  He tried to dance around the pamphleteer.   He moved to the left, but was immediately blocked.  Standing in the middle of the street, nose to nose, one chanted an ancient mantra, the other chanting modern gibberish.  I thought about intervening, but realized that they were both getting what they really wanted.




Jul 092014
The Vast Nothingness

The Vast Nothingness

I think this post is more fun if you click here first and then listen to the music while you read.  But that’s just me.

The Speech.  The My Life Had No Purpose speech.  You’ve heard it before.  I got to hear it again Monday evening.

Like all classics, the Speech has a time honored format.  The earnest young presenter (always earnest, usually male) tells his audience about his failures.  Sure he once made more money than most of his audience has ever made.  And of course he once had a nice home and better stuff that any of them have a reasonable expectation of owning.  But he was in debt and he wasn’t HAPPY.  His momma died.  His wife left him.  His dog snapped at him.  He wasn’t Fulfilled.  And then he found __________.

What did he find?  What turned his life around?  Jesus?  Yoga?  A new toothpaste?  It really doesn’t matter.  The only constant is that now that he and his life have been salvaged, he is ready to help you.  The price tag is somewhere between $16.99 and 10% of your income.

I turned to Heidi Cool who was sitting next to me at the Barking Spider and told her that I could give the next line of the Speech.  Two guys on a book selling tour were at the Spider to read a little from their latest tome on Minimalism, Everything That Remains.  In a little over three years Joshua Fields Millburn and Ryan Nicodemus have co-authored five books and have spoken at SXSW, World Domination Summit, TEDx, and numerous schools, organizations and meetings.  In other words, they have built an impressive empire out of eliminating excess.

I couldn’t tell which I found more depressing, the predictability of the Speech or the audience in attendance.  I studied the faces of the people listening to the authors.  I was looking for that sense of déjà vu, that acknowledgement that they had heard this before.  Because some of them had.  They were seekers, wanderers in search of some path to ease the dull throb that wouldn’t go away.  Even though these unhappies had heard much, if not all, of this before, it was all new to them.  The oldest of the group smiled knowingly as one of the authors described in exaggerated detail his IKEA shopping experience.  The youngest, unemployed or underemployed, were looking for validation for the choices life had made for them.

And all they needed to do was buy the book.  Really, you will be happy with less stuff.  Eliminate what you don’t need so that you can fully appreciate what you will have left.  And one of the things you don’t need is the money in your pocket that would pay for this book.  I didn’t stay around till the end.  I couldn’t.  But I wanted to just to see if they would accept credit cards.

The purpose of this post isn’t to knock these guys or anyone else who makes a living leading people out of deserts.  What’s great is that every once in a while someone may actually benefit from a speaker evangelizing a particular religion, lifestyle, or hair care product.  But if you cut through the BS what you will find is that someone hated their crappy job and what they had to do to make a living.  So they drank.  Or they gambled.  Or they cheated on their spouse.  Or they spent money foolishly.  And one day, they got a new job.  And now they feel good about themselves.  As is so often the case, the new job is to stand in front of a group of people and share with them how happy they now are.

Will playing pinball all day make YOU happy?  Neither will some book.

Jul 072014

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I didn’t leave my office till a couple of minutes past six.  I knew that it was Sunday.  And yes, I have lots of windows.  I could see that it was beautiful outside.  But being a health insurance agent is a full-time job.  Work in a Chinese restaurant full-time.  So I put in over four hours yesterday afternoon.

This is not a complaint and I am not a martyr.  I played golf Sunday morning with Big Muddy and I found time for a walk before dinner with Sally.  Being self-employed or owning a small business requires a lot of self-discipline.  You must be willing to work until the job is completely done.

Most of yesterday’s office time was devoted to renewals.  Thirteen clients have policies renewing August 1, 2014.  In each instance I had to shop for new, 2014 policies that included the new required benefits and the new, often much higher prices.  I then compared the old policies against the new ones, decided what would be their best option, and then either prepared a handwritten note or sent an email.

Only one of the clients would save money by switching to the new policies.  A couple of young women could pay about 50% more for a new policy if they want maternity.  The rest should do nothing.

The hours I spent to determine that almost all of these people should do nothing were not wasted.  How would I have known if I hadn’t run the numbers?  How would the clients know if I didn’t prepare the reports?

Prep work is the real work.  Prep work is why a restaurant can serve you a dinner in minutes when it would take you hours to make it at home.  Prep work is why your physician is ready to examine you the moment he/she walks into the room.  The hours our teachers devote to lesson plans, grading, and evaluation long after our children have left for home may be the most important example of prep work.

So yes, you can find me at my office most Sundays.  The dress code is casual.  The music – loud.

Jun 252014

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The Lord of The Rings opens up with the Shire preparing for the most remarkable of parties.  New wonders arrived each day for the September celebration.  There were fireworks.  There were cart loads of party decorations and favors.  And there were toys for the children, some that had been made in distant lands and were obviously magical.

Sally’s daughter, Raquel, is getting married Labor Day weekend.  Since Raqui lives in Baltimore, my office is the delivery spot for everything she has ordered for the upcoming event.  One day it is a huge box, the next it is a couple of satchels.  Today I got an envelope for her from China.  Thank G-d I’m invited.  I’m dying to see what’s in the packages.

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I am totally unprepared for today.   I have had June 25th scheduled for three weeks.  I was to be in Medina, at Fox Meadow Country Club, playing golf with one of my clients.  Rick and I have talked about playing for years.  A few weeks ago I called and invited him to play at Tanglewood or Boulder Creek.  He belongs to Fox Meadow and asked if I’d ever been there.  I hadn’t.  We had a 10:20 tee time.  Have you looked out the window?  The last I heard, the club is closed due to the heavy rains.

So I’m here.  The crush of the Open Enrollment, annual Senior Enrollment, and usual end of the year stuff is way behind me.  It is too early to start on the 2015 season.  And, I was prepared to be off.  So, I’m here.  Not working and not having a lot to do is totally foreign to me.  Blowing out of here and heading to the art museum might be advisable, but I’m not sure I can really do it.

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The client didn’t want to talk about premiums, or claims, or even policies.  No, she called today to talk about coffee cups.  Mine in particular.  Of course, how often do you see a three legged mug?  Mine was picked out for me by Claudia of the Zeber-Martell Clay Studios.  I saw the new glaze and style and asked her to send one to me.  The client wanted one for her daughter.  I bet she’ll buy a lot more than one once she visits the gallery.

Heavy summer showers and three legged mugs and boxes and bags filled with who knows what are what filled my unplanned day.


Jun 222014

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I got to do one of my favorite things today.

I was running errands in Legacy village when I came across four women crowding together as a fifth was backing up, attempting to focus her disposable camera.  They smiled.  She clicked.  I walked over and asked the photographer if she would like to have a picture taken with her friends.  They excitedly squished together and I snapped the shot.

I love doing that.  I have volunteered on beaches and cruise ships, in Europe and China.  It doesn’t matter where I am or whether or not the people speak English.  The looks of surprise and appreciation are always the same, regardless of the individuals’ cultures, religions, or nationalities.

Jun 122014

You and your family are out to dinner at Applebee’s.  Riblets, salads, and burgers fill the table.  Out of the corner of your eye you notice that a young man has just entered the restaurant.  He appears to be in his early twenties, tall, blonde hair, dressed in fatigues.  Of course, what you really noticed was his holster, his ammo, and the AR 15.  He appears to either be ready for battle or trying out for the Yosemite Sam part at the local Comic Con.

Do you:

a)  Point out the young patriot to your 17 year old daughter


b)  Quietly release the safety from your gun and calmly terminate the threat to your family’s safety

The answer, of course, is:

c)  Gather your family under the table, call 911, and pray the police get there quickly.

Are you in danger?  You bet.  The young man may be at the Applebee’s to exercise some awful murder / suicide (perhaps by cop) scenario.   But he may also be an ill-advised peacock, his display an array of destructive metal instead of colorful feathers.

The young guy with the rifle isn’t your only threat.

Every guy with a hero complex, every woman who knows somebody who knows somebody who was once mugged, EVERYONE IN THAT RESTAURANT CARRYING A GUN poses an immediate threat to you and your family.

Will you be caught in a crossfire between the gunman and the various armed diners?  Will this all resemble the coffee shop scene from Boogie Nights?  Can we trust the good judgment of the young man and our fellow diners?

Good judgment?   They are carrying loaded weapons into a family restaurant.  I don’t trust their judgment.  Do you?

So what can you do?  Constitutional scholar and philosopher, Samuel Wurzelbacher (Joe the Plumber), wrote an open letter to the parents of the college kids who were murdered during a recent rampage in California.  He noted that “your dead kids don’t trump my Constitutional rights”.    If you and your family are unfortunately seated between the gunman at the door and the well-armed paranoid at table 43, your rights take a back seat to the second amendment rights of both of them.  The Constitution does not guarantee your right to dinner out.

The more guns, the more problems.  Who is a threat?  Who is standing his ground?  Every armed man is a good guy with a gun right up to the moment he opens fire.

What can you do to keep your family safe?   Less and less each day.  You can eat at restaurants that ban guns.  You can choose to patronize shops and offices that prohibit weapons.  And most importantly, if you’re an African-American, don’t wear a hoodie cause there is nothing in the Constitution that guarantees your right to comfortable clothing.

Just guns.

May 262014



She has been on J-Date and Christian Mingle, eHarmony and Match.com.  She was a little hazy as to whether she had ever paid for any of this.  She said to me, “Please tell my story.  Just don’t use my name.

She was “The Babe”.  She was always The Babe.  She was born adorable and never spent a single day of her life where she wasn’t the cutest girl in the room.  Robbed of the magical transformation from the awkward and plain to the wonderful, she was allowed to focus on the same imperfections and luxuriate in her insecurities from pre-puberty till now in her early sixties.  She has spent her life second guessing everything, of never feeling truly confident.

The Babe could sing.  When she was younger she occasionally performed on stage or with local bands on the Holiday Inn, wedding, and Bar Mitzvah circuit.  Not achieving real fame or serious accolades only fed into her self-esteem issues.  A good Jewish girl, she earned her degree, got married, and had a child.   In that order.

Mother, performer, teacher, employee in her husband’s business, The Babe hardly had enough time to exercise all of her self-doubts.  But in that area she was truly an over-achiever.  And that was before the divorce.

Twenty years have passed since her divorce.  The Babe never remarried.  There have been a fiancé or two, lovers and boyfriends.  She’s been betrayed and she has been less than angelic.  She is remarkably unchanged in either appearance or temperament.   It is what has changed, what she has lost, that prompted her request.  She is mourning her loss, her loss of control.

She met him on one of those online dating services.  Recently divorced and new to dating, his daughter had to talk him into completing his online profile.  The Babe was one of his first connections.  He was thrilled.  After years of unhappiness he was suddenly in the company of a bright, vivacious woman.  They quickly fell into a committed relationship.

But a funny thing happened on the way to blissful monogamy.  His phone kept on ringing.  His email box was full.  He was still available according to the sites and he was popular.  Really popularWho knew this could be so much fun popular.   Girls didn’t call boys when he was in high school.  And even if they deigned to come to the phone, the girls could be cruel in their rejections.  “Saturday?  No.  I have to wash my hair.”  And now?  Now, women, desirable women, wanted to go out with him.  And he was going to miss all of this?

Needless to say, this didn’t last long.  He tried to discreetly meet with some of the women without saying anything to The Babe.  No one as insecure as The Babe would miss any of the signs of trouble.  There was time spent apart and promises made.  But in the end The Babe agreed to an Open Arrangement – he’ll date a lot and she’ll pretend that she doesn’t mind while she waits for him to “grow out” of this stage.

Was there something she could have done differently?  Should she have given him more space at the start, when he was first divorced and feeling his way?  I don’t think so.  That would just be assigning blame and feeding into her insecurities.  I don’t even think that it is an honesty issue.  He wanted a serious, permanent relationship when he met her.  It was all he knew.  The only option available.

He has his open relationship and he may never look back.  Or, he may realize a month or two from now what he had had with The Babe.  And it will be too late.  Did I mention that The Babe has been on J-Date and Christian Mingle, eHarmony and Match.com?  And this week she will sign up for Our Time.