The 100 Guy

A college fraternity brother grabbed the small remaining dollop of my brown forehead hair, proclaiming, “Two Mile Island!”

Read one man’s journey from bold to bald, and back again. “Headscape” meanders through two marriages, several states and various jobs, ending with revealing his new youthful look.

When our agency launched a 100-word newsletter in 2013, we hoped we were starting something that had legs.

As we adjust to the deep structural changes the pandemic has wrought upon industry economics, perhaps none is more of an existential threat than the Great Resignation.

Lawyers say picking a jury is the most important part of a trial.

After our Atlanta Braves earned a trip this week to play the Astros in the World Series, my son Thomas texted me, asking if we should buy tickets to see them play in Houston.

Attendees of the CAPRSA conference awoke to a 7am email re-capping the previous days events with 100-word stories and slide shows as well as a list of that day’s speakers and breakouts.

One day, when I led an in-house agency for The Charlotte Observer, the publisher decided the newspaper needed a new slogan.

Need a media placement or want to position your company or client as an industry thought leader? The 100 Companies will manage your newsletter and website platform — now in 29 geographic and industry vertical markets — with our new half-price offering.

I’ve lived that Jefferson quote since I was a teenager.

My dad wanted me to be a lawyer or doctor.

Some of my friends were elated by the Republicans’ $1.9 trillion tax cut in 2017.

Other than college intramural boxing class or my best friend’s single slug on the second grade playground – I’ve never been in a fistfight.

A group of lifelong friends gathered outside for a socially distanced dinner to celebrate my birthday last month.

A favorite moment when I’d meet with business owners (in-person, pre-pandemic) occurred when I’d casually mention I’d sold my business (three years ago this month).

Amidst pandemic, economic collapse, racial disparity and political warfare, do you wonder how America would be faring if we instead followed what God asked us to do?

Most major religions share the tradition of making a pilgrimage, a journey to increase knowledge of self, nature and/or God.

Two years ago, I spotted Washington Post columnist E.J. Dionne exiting our plane at DCA. “I never stop celebrities,” I told him, “but in my world of journalism, you’re a rock star!”

When Pharaoh refused to release the Israelites from slavery, 10 plagues changed his mind.

What will families remember from this pandemic pause? Tension? Peacefulness? Will a predicted baby boom be confined, as young parents jest, to firstborn?

When people gather to watch a beautiful sunrise or sunset, they often grow silent, watching the miracle respectfully as another day is dedicated.

Americans have been divided for much of our history. (See the election of 1800.) Today, with social media and tribal cable channels, it might appear a bit more acute.

In my 20s, when I was put in charge of a 25-person marketing team spread over two floors at The Charlotte Observer, I observed our biggest weakness was communications. Ironic, since we were in that business.

For three years, I’ve written the same words on Airbnb’s reservation field that says “tell your host why you’re in town.”

I hadn’t seen a $2 bill for years when I noticed schoolmate Rip Black tipping with them. Having loved them since attending its 1976 re-introduction, I adopted Rip’s paean to Mr. Jefferson, tipping with them since. I gave one to an Uber driver recently – he stared at it, announcing, “This one’s going in the wallet!”

Leveraging off The 100 Companies’ success in 20 geographical markets from Denali to Dubai and our launch of The Travel 100, our publishing network expanded last month into a second industry vertical: The Association 100.

Charlotte toddler Annie was watching “Sesame Street” late December when her mom, Amanda, thought she heard Grover say the “F” word. Annie’s dad (my son Thomas) replayed the segment, agreed it was debatable, posted it to Reddit, launching a top listing, 124,000 views, 3,400 comments and an international sensation.

Last week I led a crisis training for a nonprofit leadership team. It’s my favorite activity in public relations.

I was a few steps ahead of my son Thomas and his daughter Annie, nearly 20 months old, when we visited the mall weeks ago. I instinctively snapped a quick photo and posted it on Facebook.

In the March 1980 Republican primaries, George Bush had already lost what he called his “Big Mo” to Ronald Reagan. He bounded off his campaign plane in conservative Augusta, Georgia, for another obligatory meeting with local reporters.