LAST POSTING: FOR THE FUTURE-WWW.MCPCONNECTS.COM

FOCUS HAS BECOME THE BUZZ WORD OF MY LITTLE WORLD-BOTH FROM A BUSINESS AND PERSONAL PERSPECTIVE:

ONE STRUGGLES, ONE MAKES MISTAKES AND, HOPEFULLY, EVALUATES ONESELF-THIS IS WHAT I HAVE BEEN DOING.

A PART OF MY SELF-EVALUATION IS THAT RUNNING 4 BLOGS IS CAUSING ME  TO LOSE FOCUS ON MY CORE-BUSINESS ENTITIES AND, ON MY FAMILY.

THIS IS THE LAST POSTING ON SOUTH PARK L.A BY ME-OUR READERSHIP IS STUNNINGLY LARGE-AND, A MEMBER OF MY TEAM, WILL, OVER TIME, BEGIN POSTING SOUTH PARK RELATED ITEMS AND I WILL DO ONCE/WEEKLY EDITORIAL.

THIS IS WHAT I WILL SAY: MONTHS AGO FORBES NOTED THAT IT WOULD BUILD A VERTICALLY INTEGRATED FURNITURE/WOOD-WORKING CABINETRY SHOP IN SOUTH PARK-REVIVING CRAFTSMAN INDUSTRY: WE ARE NOW 60 DAYS AWAY FROM COMPLETION.

FORBES PROMISED TO DELIVER ON A FARMERS’ MKT: 45 DAYS AWAY.

AND THE LIST GOES ON.

I WILL BE PERSONALLY POSTING DAILY ON: WWW.MCPCONNECTS.COM KEEP UP WITH THE LATEST AND GREATEST THERE-AND, IN A FEW DAYS, ALL SOUTH PARK WILL BE TREATED TO A RARE SITE- THE HOISTING OF THE FORBES FLAG- WHICH GOES BACK TO 1965 AND THE FIRST INCARNATION OF FORBES- MY FATHER’S COMPANY-  FORBES FAR EAST LTD: THE CORPORATE FLAG WILL FLY AGAIN FROM THE TOP OF THE DESMOND BUILDING.

REMEMBER: WWW.MCPCONNECTS.COM.

THE BIRTH OF EMELIE CAVANAUGH PORTER & A WIFE I NEARLY LOSSED

Eve and Emilie Cavanaugh Porter- And a blood soaked room: It brings Focus.

My wife and I delivered Emilie Cavanaugh Porter prematurely, Aug 8, 2009: The day before my birthday. She is in the N I C U ward: Stable but serious.

My wife underwent blood tranfusions, and, at best, is fragile. I am blessed that my little family is safe-but precarious: A daughter struggling, a wife torn to work and compelled to rest.

 I am somber: My duties are clear-to live better and to do better.

 I am contrite: I look back at my life and see the debris of a man who lived so near to the edge for so long, working tireleslly, and, in my youth, living with some degree of heedlessness. I am not young and I wish I could live better NOW-that life’s lessons were not so dearly paid for in pain and grief.

 And yet from a blood soaked, spattered room at Good Sams where two of my girls fought for their lives, I saw, with clarity that, at 35, it’s better to have friends then enemies-to make peace-to seek reconciliation-and to take advice.

 My wife-exhausted, and my my daughter, fragile as brittle stalk, must live in this world and not feel the reprecussions of my life: My role is to provide and to love and to find peace. If peace means relieving myself of my pride and seeking reconciliation for the sake of my children and wife-then I will go a great distance to do so.