Sticks and Stones…
by admin | Feb 1, 2012 | 0 comments
My first memory of name calling is personal. I was in the third grade in Anchorage, Alaska and a fifth grader called me “a little spic” or maybe it was “little wop”. I wouldn’t have known what either meant, but I knew by the way he said it, it wasn’t good. I reacted the only way I knew. I jumped him. This wasn’t really very smart for the next thing I knew he was on top of me rubbing my face in the snow telling me I had to say ”UNCLE”. I took me about three tenths of a seconds to figure out that saying “uncle” quickly would prevent me from suffering a lot of pain and further indignation. Sidebar: I leaned two important lessons. You could both talk your...
Gary J. Fernandes
After 30 years in the world of big business, Gary “retired” to pursue long ignored interests. While continuing his involvement in the corporate world by serving as a director of several public companies, he has, among other things, traveled the world in pursuit of the perfect bird photograph, served national and local charities as a director and donor, developed a personal web site as a platform for his writing on subjects of personal interest, and, occasionally, taken time to smell the roses.
Gary and his wife Sandra, shuttle between their condo in Dallas and their farm in Fannin county, Texas where they indulge themselves in organic gardening, long walks and entertaining friends and family.