My Dad... A Child's Story. The Commercial From Overseas That Made Millions Cry.

In todays episode, who said it first. Was it @peterdinklage or @itsjustbenjamin? "That's what I do, I drink and I know things" #finance #law #llconversations #entrepreneur #empire #gameofthrones (at Fairmont Pacific Rim Hotel)

A new Dawn rises for Rolls Royce. At the unveiling of the Dawn at the Concord in Calgary #rolls #rollsroyce #newdawn @fmoalberta (at Calgary, Alberta)

Just a #bull chilling at the mall #lamborghini #aventador #greenchrome #rallyfortheranch (at Easton Town Center)

How does your income stack up against the average American's? http://www.foxbusiness.com/investing/2015/01/18/how-does-your-income-stack-up-against-average-americans/

Elevate ˈeləˌvāt verb 1) raise or lift (something/one) up to a higher position 2) do the right thing for others

I believe Tolkien's words hold just as true today, and relate to far more than just the fantasy world they were originally meant for.

Science FTW

Diner en Blanc, Calgary 2015

Thankful for the trip out on the water, and short sailing lesson, before I had to leave to go back home; before the next journey begins. I love my clients! I'll miss you Vancouver. So the only limerick/poem I know about a Captain, or in this case the civil war is: "O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;           But O heart! heart! heart!               O the bleeding drops of red,                   Where on the deck my Captain lies,                       Fallen cold and dead. O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills, For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;           Here Captain! dear father!               This arm beneath your head!                   It is some dream that on the deck,                       You’ve fallen cold and dead. My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will, The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done, From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;           Exult O shores, and ring O bells!               But I with mournful tread,                   Walk the deck my Captain lies,                       Fallen cold and dead." - Walt Whitman #finance #financialplanning #workhardplayhard #entrepreneur #thankful #poetry #sailing #yacht (at Royal Vancouver Yacht Club (official))

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