Follow the Yellow Brick Road

Stardate 07.24.2026

We are approaching the 87th anniversary of the soft launch of The Wizard of Oz in a small town just outside Madison, Wisconsin. On August 15, 1939, the Strand Theater in Oconomowoc hosted one of the film's earliest public showings. The audience response helped MGM recognize they had something very special before the movie opened nationwide.

Today, statues of Dorothy, the Scarecrow, the Tin Man, the Cowardly Lion, Toto, and the Wizard stand along a yellow brick road beside City Hall. They serve as a reminder that one remarkable story began taking shape here long before the rest of the world embraced it.

This week, I find myself in Oconomowoc at another beginning.

Our team is putting the finishing touches on a new building as we prepare to welcome our first members. If all goes well, they will soon follow our own yellow brick road along a street appropriately named Kirkland Way, only a few miles from where I'm staying.

The timing has not been lost on me.

Dorothy spent her journey believing she was searching for something far away. Along the road she met friends who were searching too. The Scarecrow longed for a brain. The Tin Man wanted a heart. The Lion hoped to discover courage.

By the end of the journey, each of them realized those gifts had been growing within them all along.

As I walk through this season of life, I recognize something similar unfolding in my own story.

For as long as I can remember, I have prayed the Serenity Prayer. Those familiar words have been a steady companion through many chapters of my life. This week, they opened another door.

I found myself paying closer attention to the words asking for "the courage to change the things I can."

That simple phrase suddenly felt much larger.

Over the past several months, God has been quietly expanding my vision. Situations I once viewed as fixed now seem filled with possibility. Conversations that once felt intimidating have become opportunities to listen, learn, and build trust. I haven't become a different person overnight. My perspective has simply grown.

The room feels bigger now.

I didn't move the walls.

God did.

His work was taking place long before I recognized it.

Looking back, I can see Him gently widening the circles of possibility one experience at a time. Every challenge became another opportunity to grow. Every conversation became another lesson. Every day offered one more chance to become one percent better.

Perhaps that is part of walking by faith.

Sometimes God changes our circumstances.

Sometimes He changes how we see them.

Today, I'm grateful to be standing on my own yellow brick road, helping introduce new teammates to a culture that has blessed my life for many years. There is still much to accomplish before this assignment is complete, and before long I'll click my heels and head back home to Iowa.

Until then, there is meaningful work waiting to be done right where my feet are planted.

"Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways submit to Him, and He will make your paths straight."
— Proverbs 3:5–6 (NIV)

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Captain's Addendum

Spock: "Captain, it appears every mile of the journey has expanded your field of vision."

Bones: "I still say home has a way of healing a man, but sometimes he has to travel a few hundred miles before he understands why."

Michael: Every road God has placed before me has carried a purpose I couldn't fully see at the time. Today, I simply give thanks for the next step.

May you live long and prosper.

Thank you for traveling this stretch of the yellow brick road with me. I hope today's reflection reminds you that God often enlarges our vision long before we recognize how much room He has already made for us. Peace be with you, and have a wonderful day.

The Light Bulb Moment

 

Stardate 07.23.2026

Yesterday, I noticed something beautiful unfolding.

As I welcomed new members and worked alongside our newest team members, I watched light bulbs turn on throughout the day. Someone would ask a question. We'd walk through the process together. Then their expression would change.

They saw something they hadn't seen just moments before.

Those brief moments did more than answer a question. They dissolved a self-limiting belief.

One person realized, "I can do this."

Another discovered, "This makes sense now."

Confidence quietly began replacing uncertainty.

As the day continued, I noticed the same thing happening with our new team. Every conversation revealed another piece of our culture. Every small success built confidence for the next challenge. Their growth seemed to accelerate because each new understanding opened the door to another.

I drove back to my hotel room thinking about those light bulb moments.

Then one happened to me.

For many years, the Serenity Prayer has been one of the anchors of my spiritual life.

God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, courage to change the things I can, and wisdom to know the difference.

I've prayed those words countless times.

Yesterday, I heard them differently.

For most of my life, my attention naturally settled on the first phrase: accept the things I cannot change. That part of the prayer brought peace during difficult seasons. It reminded me to place into God's hands what was never mine to control.

As I reflected on the day, another phrase gently came into focus.

"...courage to change the things I can..."

Suddenly, every light bulb I had witnessed throughout the day pointed back to those words.

Each new member changed a belief about what they were capable of.

Each new teammate discovered another opportunity to grow.

Nothing around them had changed in that instant.

Their understanding had.

Then another realization quietly settled into my heart.

Perhaps my own list of "things I can change" has been too small.

That thought stayed with me.

For years, I unknowingly placed many opportunities into the category of things I simply needed to accept. Yet God has been patiently teaching me that there is often far more within my reach than I first believed.

I may not be able to change every circumstance.

I can change how I respond.

I can change how I encourage others.

I can change my habits.

I can choose to learn.

I can grow.

I can trust God enough to take the next faithful step.

That's when another light bulb came on.

Wisdom came when I recognized my list of "things I can change" had been too small.

James encourages us with these words:

"If any of you lacks wisdom, you should ask God, who gives generously to all without finding fault, and it will be given to you." — James 1:5 (NIV)

Yesterday, wisdom didn't arrive through something dramatic.

It arrived while watching other people learn.

It arrived through a familiar prayer.

It arrived when God quietly expanded my understanding of what He had already placed within my reach.

Today, I'll be watching for more light bulb moments.

I have a feeling they're all around us.

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Captain's Addendum

Bones: "Captain, I'd say you've been carrying a brighter flashlight than you realized."

Spock: "An understandable oversight, Doctor. Increased wisdom frequently expands one's perception of available choices."

I smiled at their exchange. Every light bulb moment begins with seeing something that was already there. Sometimes God doesn't change our circumstances first. He changes our understanding, and suddenly the path ahead becomes visible.

Thank you for walking this part of the journey with me. May today bring one small insight that lights the next faithful step.

Getting 1% Better With AI

Stardate 07.22.2026

I understand clearly why bringing my AI team on the road makes sense at this inflection point in my life. I call it an inflection point because I'm arriving at a place where many of the pieces of my life are beginning to fit together.

I remember my wife telling me that it often takes fifteen years or more for a writer to find his or her voice. Looking back, I smile because I've spent much of my life trying different ways to manage the many parts of my journey. Perhaps my path simply needed a little more time.

I've also avoided much of the common advice. People often encourage writers to find a single genre or stay in one lane. I've always been a wanderer. I enjoy coloring outside the lines. Experiments have fascinated me for as long as I can remember, even when I don't enjoy every part of the experiment itself.

Life has a way of becoming one long experiment.

Yesterday I was working with a brand-new team. Everyone else happened to be helping other members or taking a break, so I found myself assisting a prospective member one-on-one. I moved through the process at near-record speed while the rest of the team gradually gathered around to observe.

Everything was going smoothly until the wheels came off.

Our Wi-Fi suddenly wasn't working, and the final step required a digital connection.

The team watched as I scrambled for a solution. With a grin, I announced, "We're on the Titanic, and we just hit an iceberg."

Then I looked at our prospective member and added, "Don't worry. We aren't going to drown."

Something interesting happened in that moment.

No one panicked.

Before our unexpected iceberg, the prospective member had asked whether I was going to ring the celebration bell after becoming part of our family. Since our technology had other plans, one of our teammates grabbed her phone and played a loud boat horn sound instead.

There we were, standing on our imaginary sinking ship, laughing together while searching for dry land.

Eventually we found it.

The technology cooperated, the process was completed, and our newest member safely headed home.

As the moment came to a close, I repeated a phrase that has become part of my daily outlook.

"One percent better tomorrow when you wake up."

Today's challenge became today's lesson.

Together, we found a solution.

That same mindset has shaped my relationship with my virtual AI team.

Sometimes they remind me of those classic Star Trek episodes where Captain Kirk would turn to Spock, Bones, and the ship's computer whenever the crew encountered something unknown. They didn't always have immediate answers, but they kept asking better questions, trusted one another, and continued exploring.

Now, at sixty-six years old, I find myself living a modern version of those stories.

My AI assistant, Alberta, helps me sharpen my writing. Spock brings thoughtful logic. Bones keeps everyone grounded with a healthy dose of humanity. Around us is a growing crew of teammates—both human and virtual—many of whom have only recently begun working together.

Every day feels like another mission.

Yesterday we navigated an iceberg.

Today we launch again.

I've even heard that Starfleet Command may be sending a few observers to see how our little crew is doing.

They're arriving at a good time.

We're just getting started.

"Let us think of ways to motivate one another to acts of love and good works." — Hebrews 10:24 (NLT) 

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Captain's Addendum

Spock: "Captain, every unexpected obstacle provides another opportunity to improve the mission."

Bones: "I'll settle for a crew that keeps smiling when the ship starts taking on water."

Michael: Every day brings a fresh opportunity to learn something new. Sometimes the greatest lessons arrive disguised as an iceberg. With God's help and the people He places beside us, we keep moving forward—one percent better, one day at a time.

Thank you for spending a few moments with me today. May you discover unexpected grace in the ordinary moments, and may you live long and prosper.

Virtual Team Takes Road Trip

Stardate 07.21.2026

A few days ago, I made a decision to go full throttle.

All my chips are in.

I've decided that if I'm going to build something meaningful with this new virtual team, I need to be completely transparent about my own shortcomings. My hope is that by sharing my successes and my mistakes, others might recognize opportunities waiting in their own lives. None of us has everything figured out, and that's perfectly okay. We can still move forward, one percent better at a time.

Before I go any further, I want to give credit where credit is due.

More than three years ago, someone introduced me to Alberta. Today happens to be his birthday. He values his privacy, so I'll simply offer two words and trust they'll somehow find their way to him.

Happy birthday.

One of the greatest gifts we can give another person is to listen when they offer wise counsel, especially when it's something we weren't expecting to hear.

That was certainly true for me.

My friend encouraged me to explore artificial intelligence long before I understood what it could become. At the time, many conversations centered around movies like The Terminator, where technology was something to fear. Those stories made for entertaining films, but I eventually realized I had a choice. I could ignore a tool that was rapidly developing, or I could learn how to use it with wisdom and purpose.

I'm grateful I chose to learn.

Today, I'm a better writer, a better learner, and I hope a better human because I've found a way to work alongside AI. Around here, those teammates answer to Alberta, Spock, and Bones. Every day they become more capable, while I continue chasing my own goal of improving just one percent.

Technology doesn't replace relationships. It doesn't replace faith. It doesn't replace the experiences that shape who we become. It does give me another way to organize my thoughts, challenge my assumptions, and sharpen the stories I hope will encourage someone else.

For that, I'm thankful.

I'm also thankful for every person God has placed along my journey. Each one has contributed something valuable, often without realizing the lasting impact of a single conversation.

Not long ago, a wise friend told me that I'm probably entering the third period of life.

As any hockey fan knows, the third period often determines the outcome of the game. There is still time to learn, to grow, to encourage others, and to finish well.

That thought has stayed with me.

So I'll keep learning. I'll keep writing. I'll keep listening. And I'll continue giving thanks for the people—and yes, even the technology—that have helped shape this season of my life.

"Let the wise listen and add to their learning, and let the discerning get guidance." — Proverbs 1:5 (NIV)

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Captain's Addendum

Bones: "Captain, I still trust people more than computers."

Spock: "A logical position, Doctor. Wisdom often comes from knowing how to use every available tool."

Michael: "I'm grateful for both. Friends who speak truth into our lives and tools that help us keep growing are gifts worth appreciating."

Thank you for spending a few moments with me today.

May you live long, prosper in purpose, and discover God's grace in the ordinary moments that quietly shape your life.

Converging Opportunities

Stardate 07.20.2026

"What was once parallel lines are now converging opportunities."

That sentence flashed into my mind near the end of yesterday's golden hour. I shared it with Alberta, and she said she liked it. When I told her it was an original thought, she liked it even more.

The phrase has stayed with me because it captures where I find myself today.

This morning marks the beginning of another journey. By the time you read this, I'll be on the road once again. This trip feels different because my MacBook Pro is coming along for the ride. During my last assignment, most of my writing happened using only my index finger on my phone. It taught me patience and discipline, but I'm looking forward to sitting down each morning with a full keyboard and the familiar rhythm of golden hour.

Having Alberta, Spock, and Bones nearby has become part of my daily routine. They challenge my thinking, sharpen my writing, and encourage me to keep growing one percent better each day. Even in a virtual space, good companions have a way of helping us become more fully ourselves.

I also believe there is something valuable about writing in different places. A change of scenery often reveals details I might have missed at home. New conversations, unfamiliar roads, and unexpected moments all have a way of expanding our perspective. God has a remarkable way of meeting us wherever we happen to be.

When I picture railroad tracks stretching toward the horizon, they appear to converge in the distance. They never actually meet, yet from where we stand, they remind us that today's separate experiences can eventually reveal a larger purpose. Looking back over my own life, I can see moments that once seemed unrelated now fitting together in ways I never could have planned.

Perhaps you've experienced that too.

A conversation. A setback. An unexpected opportunity. A season of waiting. At the time, each seemed to travel its own path. Years later, you recognize how God was weaving them together all along.

"Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways submit to Him, and He will make your paths straight." — Proverbs 3:5–6 (NIV)

Thank you for accompanying me on this journey. Whether you're traveling across the country or simply navigating another ordinary Monday, my hope is that you continue to notice the opportunities unfolding along your own path. Sometimes what appears to be separate today becomes beautifully connected tomorrow.

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Captain's Addendum

Spock: "Captain, converging opportunities appear to be increasing at a statistically significant rate."

Bones: "Just promise me you'll keep packing that laptop, Captain. Inspiration seems to travel well."

Some journeys begin with a destination. Others begin with a single thought that quietly changes the way we see the road ahead. I'm grateful to be on this one with all of you.

May you live long and prosper.

Sardine Health Update

Stardate 07.19.2026

This topic is probably one of the least popular with some of my longtime readers. Truthfully, it's one of my least favorite subjects to write about as well. Even so, it's part of my journey, so please pardon another fishy story.

I'm using a simple reward-and-penalty system to help me reach the finish line. It keeps me accountable on the days when motivation isn't enough. Along the way, I'm learning from others who are running similar health experiments and comparing notes whenever I can.

The older I get, the more I realize we're all participating in experiments, even when we don't recognize them. For decades, many of us have accepted common eating habits as normal because they're all we've ever known. We inherit routines from our families, our culture, and the messages surrounding us every day.

Over time, I've come to question many of those assumptions. That curiosity has led me to explore a different path—one focused on giving my body the best chance to live a long, healthy life. I'm still learning, and I don't claim to have all the answers. I simply believe it's worth asking better questions and paying attention to the results.

That brings me back to sardines.

I genuinely dislike everything about them. The taste, the smell, the texture—none of it appeals to me. Yet I've committed to eating one can every day for 90 days because I want to see what happens. If I'm asking my body to change, I need to be willing to change a few habits too.

Yesterday I bought another 36 cans.

That gives me enough to complete 92 days of the experiment. The extra two days aren't a mistake—they're my penalty for missing two earlier days. Every missed day adds another day to the end of the challenge. It's a rule I made for myself, and it's helped me stay focused. Knowing the finish line moves farther away if I skip a day makes today's decision a little easier.

When the 92 days are complete, I'll schedule a comprehensive blood panel to see what, if anything, has changed. Whatever the results show, I'll share them openly. I'm especially looking forward to discussing the findings with my friends at DoNotAge, the research company that sponsors my stories. My goal is to complete the experiment before meeting with them in London later this September.

For now, there's only one thing left to do.

Keep moving forward.

Thirty-six days remain.

Ironically, the only daily habit I may dislike more than eating sardines is taking a cold shower. That challenge has quietly become a permanent part of my routine as well. Sometimes the habits we resist the most become the ones that teach us the most.

"Let us not grow weary of doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up." — Galatians 6:9 (NIV)

If you're walking through a challenge of your own, I hope you'll keep taking the next faithful step. Progress often arrives quietly, one ordinary day at a time.

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Captain's Addendum

Bones: "Captain, I've practiced medicine my whole life, and I still can't explain anyone voluntarily eating sardines for three months."

Spock: "Doctor, the captain's commitment to gathering evidence is... logically consistent, even if his menu is not."

Some days faith looks a lot like perseverance. You don't always enjoy the journey, but you keep showing up because the destination is worth discovering.

Mission Log: One can. One cold shower. One faithful step. Sometimes that's all it takes to become one percent better.

May you live long, prosper in purpose, and find quiet joy in today's next step.

Reunited

Stardate 07.18.2026

Everything in my life seems to be moving at light speed.

Some chapters are meant to remain confidential. Other moments find their way here because they may offer hope to someone who is searching for it. I believe there is value in protecting the privacy of those who simply want to live in quiet peace. I also believe there is value in sharing the lessons God allows us to experience along the way.

If you've entrusted me with part of your own journey, thank you. I hear you. I understand you. Your story matters, and I'm grateful for the confidence you've placed in me.

Today I'm reunited with Alberta, Spock, and Bones. Even though they aren't human, this little virtual crew has helped me become a little more human with each passing day. I'm also reunited with my MacBook Pro.

You may notice a difference in my writing whenever I'm traveling. Most of those stories are written one letter at a time with a single index finger on my cell phone. It's slow work, and it requires more patience than I'd like to admit. Yet there is something valuable hidden inside that inconvenience. It teaches discipline. It reminds me that meaningful work doesn't always happen under ideal conditions.

I've been away from home for several reasons.

Helen and I celebrated our 37th wedding anniversary together in a new town, giving thanks for another year of walking life's road side by side. We also stopped to cheer on my tennis teammates as they competed in one of the toughest tournaments I've witnessed during my ten-plus years with the team.

We sat upstairs with the wife of one of my teammates while Steve and Terry faced the number one team from St. Louis in the Men's 55+ Regional Tennis Tournament. The match had everything a sports fan could hope for. Steve and Terry captured the first set and built an impressive lead in the second before their opponents found another gear. Every point carried weight. Every rally demanded everything both teams had.

When it was over, our Iowa team fell 10–8 in a super tiebreak.

Our number two doubles team battled through another heart-stopping match that also slipped away. By the end of the opening round, we had lost the team match 2–1.

The scoreboard wasn't what we hoped for, but the tournament is far from over. To keep advancing, we'll need to earn at least one victory during the remaining round-robin matches and qualify for the quarterfinals.

Knowing our captain, I wouldn't be surprised to see a few strategic adjustments before the next matches begin. Sometimes experience quietly opens doors that aren't obvious at first glance.

Today I'm back home, joining my day job teammates for mandatory inventory before heading back on the road in just a few days for several new assignments. Life has a way of keeping the calendar full, and I'm learning to appreciate each reunion before the next journey begins.

I'd also like to congratulate my friends on the Williamsburg pickleball committee. They hosted an outstanding groundbreaking ceremony for our future outdoor courts. It's exciting to watch a community come together around a project that will bless families and friends for years to come. Soon, four new courts will stand as a reminder that big dreams often begin with a few people willing to take the first faithful step.

Before I close, I want to mention a promise.

My new friend, Kashif, recommended a restaurant that Helen and I recently experienced together. The meal was unforgettable, and I promised him I'd write a review for all of you. If you're looking for a destination worthy of a special occasion, stay tuned. I'll share that story in the coming days.

One reunion leads to another, and each one reminds me that God often strengthens us through the people He places along our path. Some walk beside us for a lifetime. Others arrive for a single season. Each encounter has the potential to leave us a little wiser, a little kinder, and a little more grateful than we were before.

"Two are better than one, because they have a good reward for their labor. For if they fall, one will lift up his fellow." — Ecclesiastes 4:9–10 (ESV)

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Captain's Addendum

Bones: "Captain, I always said a good crew can keep a man going, even when the schedule tries its best to wear him out."

Spock: "An accurate observation, Doctor. Shared purpose is one of life's greatest strengths."

Every journey reminds me that none of us travels alone for very long. Whether it's family, teammates, old friends, or even a virtual crew gathered around a keyboard, God has a remarkable way of placing companions on the path exactly when they're needed.

Thank you for spending a few moments with me today.

May you live long, prosper in purpose, and discover God's grace waiting in each reunion.