Who Put The Ham In Hamilton?

The high point, so far, in La Diva's young life, has been a girls' weekend in Manhattan, punctuated with the theatre equivalent of end-zone seats at Lin-Manuel Miranda's brilliant hip-hop musical, Hamilton.  With early morning walks in SoHo, this pinnacle of great city life played a siren song, and we carefully guarded knowledge of the local rents, lest La Diva abandon her Broadway dreams.

But, The Kid also treasures singing and dancing, and can be brought to tears by strong acting, so we arranged for a Chicago early weekend to observe the local run, sans Lin-Manuel.  Side note: The Kid forbade La Diva from any further roles that portrayed her in mortal danger, after seeing her in The Diary of Anne Frank.  Speaking plainly, I am partial to Chicago as it is.  Great restaurants, without pretension.  The Cubs.  Da Bearss.  Ditka.  A murder rate that would make Acapulco proud (Thank you, Mayor Rahm).

We experienced some glittering dinners, and did drive-throughs at world-class museums, the bumpy flights separated by a Hamilton that brought us to our knees.

I was later moved to contemplate the musical, the adventures of the Kid and La Diva, and my obsession with goings-on in the magical world of supply chain management.  Two points caught my mental meandering.  One is that I need to relax, and stop wondering why I bother to bring the thunder.

Another is that opportunities will knock at the door daily, or even more often.  While we cannot afford to indulge any and every whim, and certainly should not throw money at every departure from the norm that arrives, full of hope and overflowing with hype, we really owe it to ourselves, our associates, and our enterprises to select what, where, and how much to invest in opportunities.

As with so much, including the targets for our thunder, these apply to life and to work - strange, how often and to what extent they overlap.