Unable to connect to Starbucks Wi-Fi

I’m a regular of Starbucks. So much so, that they know my first name and often give me treats and freebies for being. Lately, however, I’ve noticed that whenever I open up my Chromebook, I can only connect to their wifi network, but I can’t get an Internet access.   That’s frustrating because 1) their wifi is super fast despite the fellow patrons streaming Twitch videos and music and 2) I just paid $4 for something I can make for $0.40 and I expect value.

Here’s how to connect to Starbucks wi-fi:

  • Connect to their Wi-fi network (it’s called Starbucks Wi-fi)
  • Open your web browser
  • Visit


Now there is, of course, a bunch of technical gobbly-gook reasons why this occurs. And I know you are dying to know. But you have an Internet connection now — go look it up yourself. Or not. Probably not.

Happy streaming while steaming or steeping.

America Is Mad About Guns

My kid starts kindergarten tomorrow, and instead of worrying about the normal, healthy things – what to pack them, how I will drop them off, and when to pick them up – I’m worried about her getting shot.

So I get into an argument with my dad on the phone. He blames [a] party propoganda for formenting the youth to violence.

So I turn to Facebook. It is busy blaming assault guns or White Nationalism or Trump.

So I turn inward. When did this start to go wrong? What are the facts? What are the absolute causes? What are the confusing correlates?

I discover the US had a few mass shootings every 100 days or so, but they were rare and mostly one or two deaths. 30 years ago we started seeing the mass numbers with Stockton Schoolyard, killing elementary school kids. 10 years after that we had Columbine. And then Virginia Tech. And then Sandy Hook. And then Pulse, then Las Vegas, First Baptist, Parkland….and this year I read it we are 250 mass shootings, and we aren’t even at day 216 yet.

What changed 30 years ago? How, why did we start on this path towards today? This escalation predates Trump, or Obama, or Bush, or Clinton. It predates Party over People politics. It predates the Internet and trolls and Russian Meddling.

And on the other side, we’ve had guns for centuries. Same as bullying, fascists, communist, racism, Satanism, mental health disorders, and the right to bear arms. We’ve had it all, but we didn’t have this level of utter madness.

These mass shootings predate everything I am told is the cause to blame, or we’ve had centuries of institutionalization of our worst societal mistakes. So how is any one of these right? And how does one have so much confidence that the solution, the solution they are told by others, will stop this madness? How do I gain their blind confidence that my kid will be safe tomorrow, if only X went into effect today? Because I don’t; I don’t believe them. And I’m tired of all their smug arrogance in proselytizing it.

Regardless, we all got here, together. Congrats, America. Well done! We are reaping what we sowed, together.

Maybe the heart of the matter is we have lost the ability to think critically about the words of pundits? Maybe our brains can’t decide the social noise within our echo chambers? Maybe we have become conditioned to see “being honest” as the One Truth, forgetting that “being honest” is only a shitty defense of stating a crassly constructed opinion? Hey, look, don’t blame me if that offends you – I’m just being honest! But “being honest” is not truth. Repeat that, reader, say it with me. There is no merit to honesty without both integrity and respect to walk in stride with it. None.

Or maybe we have become lulled by the promises from silver-tongued politicians and pundits? All we have to do is get someone out of office and everything will be solved! It will be glorious! Except it’s all a mirage for their own power and prestige.

Or maybe, through this all, together, we have lost the right to bear arms? We went years without mass shootings. Then mere months, then weeks. And now we can’t even go a day without one, or two. Is such a nation, that foments fear and harbors hatred – by our leaders no less! – deserving of such a liberty anymore? If a nation of people loses its collective soul, do those same people deserve the rights given to them by those before them? Or have we proven to each other than we are too mad – from either anger or insanity – to figure out how to stop? To stop with the hateful yelling, or blaming “the other”, or ignoring the building tension?

We are about to explode. And no one, including me, seems to know how to stop this mindless march into that madness. So we keep on marching, armed with only thoughts and prayers.

Thank you for taking time to read this. Good night.

Welcome to America

My family has a secret history of immigrants seeking asylum in America.
In 1957, a 17-year-old male refugee finally made it to America for asylum after a year of fleeing from his home and family. And America — rather begrudgingly — agreed to accept him, even though he couldn’t speak or write in English.
This immigrant — fleeing violence and for a better life — lives today through 3 wives and 4 kids. These kids would then provide him 6 grandkids (and counting)! Some of them completed technical and college degrees — thanks public education! Some of them started technology businesses and provided jobs to other Americans (and immigrants)! And some of them, to be frank, spent time in-and-out of jail for non-violence crimes. All of them have the generosity of America to thank for the opportunity of allowing a poor, uneducated immigrant into America for a chance of a better life.
Thank you for your sacrifice, Dad. We literally couldn’t have done it without you, and I’m not sure any of us would have had guts and grit to do what you did for “freedom.” And while we certainly don’t see eye-to-eye on politics nor pundits, knowing your life story helps me understand you and your fear of Communists. I hear you, even if it doesn’t seem like I’m ever going to listen to you.
Also, dude — you had way more hair back then. 😄

A Father’s Letter to his 2nd Newborn

A bit over three years ago I wrote a letter to my then-newborn, your sister Fiona. In it, I shared with this future human my thoughts and feelings of their arrival. They were a mix of anxiety, excitement, fear, and hope.

This time it’s different.

This time I know a bit more about what to expect with a newborn; your sister paved and braved the path. I know that for the first 5-6 months I won’t really enjoy you. Sorry kid, it’s nothing personal, but all I’m expecting from you is excrement and crying, and sometimes simultaneously.  Sure, some dads will brag about that “newborn fatherly glow”. But I’m not that father.

What I am, however, is a father that knows that at some point around month 5, you are going to finally look up at me, I’m going to make a funny face, and you will giggle, wiggle, and smile back at me. And possibly still poop and fart, but *I* made you poop and fart *while smiling*, and that will make all the difference to me.

I know that we you are going to be born into a family that really, really looks forward to your arrival — you have 6 grandparents, kid! The biggest issue for your mom and me is dealing with the abundance of gifts you will assuredly receive. Your biggest problem, however, is that you will be wearing and using nearly all of your sister’s gifts. I hope you like pink because your grandparents thought it was good enough for her.

I know that your sister asks about you every day. While in bed she lays on mom’s belly and talks and sings to you; she kisses you. She is your #1 fan — and we hope friend — for life.  Now I do have to warn you — she is quite feisty and independent. She has been since the day she came yelling into this world full of spunk and sass.  Do not cross her. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

I know that I will worry about you every day. Are you healthy? Are you happy? Do you know that you are loved?  Do you know that you can talk to me about anything? And I mean anything. See, your daddio has a tad of a tendency to talk about the taboo. That and alliteration — see? Also, notice anything about you and your sister’s name yet, Mr. Finnegan Felfoldi? One day ask us about the Furry Felfoldi Fellowship.

I know that we are going to have so much fun exploring the world together.  Let’s make a pact — if you bring the curiosity, I’ll bring the novelty.  I’m excited to see where your journey will take you. During that journey, however, I have only Two Rules. They will be enforced strictly. You must:

  1. Respect the inherent worth and dignity of every person. It’s going to be easy to do that for people that look, act, behave and think like you. It’s going to be harder to do for everyone else.
  2. Act with equity and compassion in all your interactions.  You are fortunate to be the son of one of the most empathetic and compassionate humans you will ever know — your mother. Lean-in to that.

Everything else is pretty much fair game. Get that tattoo that I dislike (after you are out of the house). Message me to pick you up because you drank too much because someone broke your heart. And call me out if I’m not upholding the Two Rules, too. This is a journey we take together. I am going to learn so much from you being your dad; I hope you will be patient with me too, son.

See you in “c-minus” 36 hours.


When Are You At Your Best?

I’m participating in the 2018 Class of Leadership Atlanta. A recent workshop had as ask 20-30 friends, family, colleagues, and peers to share stories of when we are at our best. Called the Reflected Best Self, the intent is to shed light on when others perceive us exhibiting our best qualities. The takeaway is that we should not only understand the “best quality” themes but also find the patterns of context in which they occur.

Below are the 4 “themes” that emerged from the stories. Per usual, I will present via thematic alliteration!

I am at my best when I am…

conversing to connect. 

I seek connection through debate, reflection, and sharing experiences together. These often occur outdoors while in nature. I avoid “small chat” — I like to talk, just not chat, and it is rarely about “small” matters.

considering challenges.

Challenges allow me to practice my strong work ethic and innate industriousness. The best challenges are ones in which I am willing to fail, but reflection during the journey is more important than the achievement.

compassionately chuckling.

I seek humor in everything. I especially use humor as a path towards opening up others to explore the taboo.  This humor is often self-deprecating and rarely at the expense of others.

casually coaching.

I leave my mark by planting seeds to encourage self-actualization via poignant questions and my own behavior. I never pass a chance to share knowledge — it is something that while I am giving I am still receiving back.

Bicycling 45 miles around North Atlanta

Bicycling North Atlanta: Exploring 45 Miles

I recently set out to route several long distance, bike-friendly routes near and around North Atlanta to support my urban Atlanta training for a 100 mile century. Google Maps painted me a hopeful picture with clusters of miles upon miles of green bike-friendly trails, roads, and even dedicated lanes around the metro Atlanta region. The reality? I was pleasantly surprised.

In all, I was able to patch together a 45+ mile mostly bike-friendly course starting in Brookhaven, heading north towards Roswell, turning back through Vinings, then heading east through north Buckhead to end back in Brookhaven. Let’s start with the positive.

3 Best Things about Bicycling North Atlanta

1: 60% of dedicated bicycle lanes

North Atlanta has come a long, long way in terms of dedicated bike lanes in the past decade — it was surprising to see how many miles of road had designated bike lanes, and signage to “Share the Road”! Sure, all of the bike-friendly sections required traversing some not bike-friendly roads, but Atlanta must have been in a good mood today because I only had bad encounters in one area (You suck, Vinings).

A tip of the hat to Lower Roswell Road — not only do you have well-groomed, designated bike lanes running both directions, but you have a sidewalk and wide asphalt pedestrian path. Remarkable, Roswell!

Bike-Friendly Lower Roswell Road



2: Bob Callan PATH trail

Just north of Vinings was a two-mile scenic surprise with the Bob Callan PATH multi-use trail. It meanders along the Chattahoochee River and Rottenwood Creek waterways. It ends/starts in the Paces Mill / West Palisades park; I recognized starting ‘Shoot the Hooch’ tubing here as a kid.  The PATH was plenty hilly, and even had two “speed ramps” one one hill, which I used to joyfully ramp my bike into the air, hooting and hollering like a kid again. I plan to return to walk the trail and take some of the hiking trail spurs.

Bridge across Rottenwood Creek along the Bob Callan PATH trail



3: Mt. Paran Country Store

As we cycling along the neighborhood-heavy Mount Paran road, out popped this old looking wood paneled building. A sign out front read “Mnt Paran Country Store, Established 1906″ — and boy did it feel like something out of the country! Outside were two gas pumps — I didn’t see the price per gallon. I headed inside and refreshed myself with some soda water and shared a peanut chocolate bar with my wife while we talked with a neighborhood lady about our shared fondness for Buddy scooters, one of which she had parked outside.

Mount Paran Country Store



3 Worst Things about Bicycling North Atlanta

1, 2, and 3: Vinings

What is wrong with the drivers in Vinings?  After 45 miles of road time, I had multiple bad experiences with drivers around there. The worst was coming up a Paces Mill Road SE, which is a challenging but short hill with no shoulder or sidewalk on the uphill side.  Car after car whizzed by us giving us what felt like one foot. I responded by taking up more of my lane — a legal action — to which cars would illegally pass around blind bends in the road (see photo below).

Vinings sucks for cycling

Even as we drove away from Vinings down Paces Ferry Road — again, no designated bike lanes — the drivers would speed by without giving the legal three feet. Vinings, you suck for not having bike lanes, and many of your drivers are douches. 


North Atlanta Bicycle Route (45 miles and up)

Linked below is the route I took. You could modify it to easily and add hundreds of mile by taking Lower Roswell across to Big Creek Park, which connects to a protected greenway that extends 25 miles north, ending just shy of Cummings, Georgia. Or, you could head west to connect with the Silver Comet PATH and cruise 90 miles into Alabama.

45 mile North Atlanta route on Mapmyrun

100 mile century

The Holy Quest for Bike-Friendly Routes Within Atlanta

I am determined to attempt and complete my first bicycling century this year. That’s 100 long miles of nothing but my fat frame atop my bike wheel’s inflated to 120 pounds per square inch … and many, many hours of asphalt.

I’ve made an attempt before, but was only able to finish 86 miles from Atlanta to Athens before sorely admitting defeat.  I literally hobbled home. Mathematically, the difference between 86 and 100 is a mere 14 miles, or a tortuously slow hour of pain. The prior 5-6 hours, however, can not — nay — will not be forgotten.

And if cycling 100 miles wasn’t enough of a challenge, my wife and I recently welcomed a 10 month old daughter to the family. My training time is limited, so I don’t have the leisure of packing my bike and driving out to my favorite long distance bike-friendly routes around the outskirts of Atlanta:

As you can see, these routes all require at least an hour commute; some require more than two hours of drive-time. I’m a slow cyclist, so I don’t have the luxury of adding such long commutes to an already 3+ hour training ride. So here is my challenge — how can I get my miles in the saddle while keeping my daughter’s father intact?

I have to look elsewhere; I have to look within the mean streets of Atlanta.

Atlanta Bike-Friendly Roads: Green Means Go
Google Maps Bike-friendly Roads in Atlanta

A search for bike-friendly roads in Atlanta displays a beautiful green tapestry of squiggly-lined options. The dark green means “trail”, light green means “dedicated bike lane”, and green dashes mean “bike-friendly”.  My starting point is the blue dot, which is where I live in Brookhaven, GA.  My routes all need to start, and end here. In theory, this looks easy. But when was the last time you noticed miles of bike-friendly let alone dedicated bike lanes while driving around Atlanta? The answer is never.

As I finish my bike-friendly Atlanta routes I plan to capture them here in my blog to share with others. In the meantime, do you have a favorite bike-friendly route in Atlanta? Please share them in the comments.

Atlanta Bike Challenge

This week kicked off the Atlanta Bike Challenge — a 20 day competition to get people to try commuting by bike. Whether to work, or an errand, or to the gym, the challenge wants to get as many people, especially non-cyclists, to put a little fun between their legs for 10 minutes daily.

I started road cycling for sport over a decade ago while training for a then-impossible two day cycling event — the National Multiple Sclerosis Bike Challenge. I quickly had to learn about cycling on the roads of Atlanta; the first thing I learned was to avoid them. Cycling on Atlanta’s roads is a death wish. Drivers are usually distracted on their phones — usually one hand on the steering wheel and the other holding a phone — focused on a radio program or conversation, or simply ignorant of and/or mean-spirited about road cyclist. All I had between these two-ton tanks and me was a dozen or so pounds of aluminum and a brain bucket of a helmet. The laws of physics inform us that when — not if — a collision occurs there will only be one survivor, and it won’t be me.

So I took to the concrete paths of Atlanta’s PATH Foundation. Every weekend was a visit to the Silver Comet, Freedom Parkway, or Arabia Mountain. But even there there were safety concerns. The paths are great for pedestrians to meander and enjoy but they really weren’t meant to be shared by flesh & bone walkers paced at 2 or 3 MPH, and a speeding missile whizzing by at 20+ mph. Again, the laws of physics tell you collisions will happen, and in this case there aren’t any airbags to protect anyone.

So what options were left for me to stay healthy, enjoy a nice Southern Spring or Fall day, and avoid hours sitting in traffic polluting the air? Commuting by bike! In the past decade Atlanta has clearly invested in creating more bike lanes for commuting. While patchy in most locations — you will often switch between bike lanes and obstacle-strewn shoulders — they are improving. Today, I enjoy a full 3 miles of bike-only lanes in Buckhead along Peachtree Road. It is an absolute joy to cruise along, enjoying the weather and passing all the rush hour commuters sitting alone in their cars. While plenty have a face of anger that I, a lowly commuter cyclist, am passing them, in others I see a glimmer of hope. They want to be out there with me, too.

So, I challenge you to come join me. There is plenty of room to share and enjoy.

8 More Weeks: A Father’s Letter to his Newborn


When your mother and I were training for a marathon — yes, your parents once completed a marathon — 8 weeks seemed like forever. That’s two full months, plenty of time to train and prepare. But as your mother and I move into our final 8 weeks waiting for your arrival, there doesn’t seem to be enough time to prepare for you.

Do you know how much you are on our mind? We haven’t even met yet although I can tell you that you respond to food with joyful kicks — you get that from me. And you like to gently kick around 9 or 10pm, but not when I’m touching your mother’s belly. Will you be shy?

Do you know how much we think about you? Our calendar is filled with doctor visits, Confident Childbirthing and Breastfeeding classes, hospital and even daycare tours. When we aren’t investing these hours learning about you we are spending the other hours preparing for you. Your nursery is ready; we selected a jungle theme because we didn’t want it to be too gender-specific. That may sound weird now but once you get to know us it will make more sense. Figuring things out on your own and sharing experiences with others is kinda the whole fun part of life for us. Will you be as curious as us?

But really, we started “nesting” and preparing for you several years ago by buying a house — the house you will probably grow-up in. We even started a college savings fund for you, something that will take nearly two decades for you to appreciate. We just finished a house project in which we built our bedroom; your nursery is our old bedroom. So before you start complaining about how small it is realize that we had half the closet space and double the people in there, sometimes with upwards of three dogs, too!

Do you know how nervous we are? We have been forewarned about the changes that will be required in our lives when you decide to make your grand entrance. We currently enjoy our evenings together making meals — we are trying this pescatarian thing right now. Or we walk the dogs; every once and awhile we enjoy a show or movie on the TV. Your mom plays in a community orchestra and I’m currently taking improv classes. We understand that a lot of this will have to change as we focus our attention and energy on you.

Speaking of the pups, how well will you get along with your fur-siblings — Paprika and Watauga? Those are the two puppies in the photo in your room. Paprika is the one with the really soft velvety fur you will love to pet and Watauga is the one that will stand, well, lay guard with you all day and night long. We have so many adventures planned for you all. Will you remember them?

Do you know how scared we are?

We are told we shouldn’t be — your mother is as healthy as can be and you are the pinnacle of normalcy when it comes to prenatal tests! Let’s agree and not be so normal later when it comes to other tests, OK?

Besides, worrying now won’t change what has already been set in motion. We’ve done nearly all our homework; we are ready for this next challenge — “the hay is in the barn.”

See you in 8 short weeks.

Center for Civil & Human Rights: A Special Preview

Center for Civil and Human Rights in Atlanta

I attended a special preview of the Center for Civil and Human Rights yesterday. My digital marketing firm, SHERPA global, proudly designed & developed the Center’s website; our team was granted a special opportunity to preview the Center with key stakeholders.

The Center is far more than a museum, which would merely capture and catalogue artifacts. Rather, the Center is an interactive, immersive experience of the region’s fight for civil rights, and mankind’s continued struggle for human rights. I predict it will be Atlanta’s landmark exhibit for the world — both for its visual elegance and inspirational content.

Get ready to be inspired, world.

A Landmark for Atlanta

The 43,000-square-foot Center for Civil and Human Rights is located in Centennial Olympic Park, rounding out the nearby museum options for trivia-filled infotainment (World of Coca-Cola) and immersive education (Georgia Aquarium). The Center’s tagline “Inspiration Lives Here” is brought to life juxtaposed on this campus of options. Luckie Marietta District has something for everyone; it is truly a “must-see” place for Atlanta tourists and natives alike.

The building appears firmly rooted in its place, made elegant yet bold with modern lines and organic materials and colors. The design reminded me of a slightly metallic albeit wood-textured shell surrounding or protecting something important but ethereal inside. Design architect Phil Freelon and The Freelon Group and Atlanta-based architect-of-record HOK said the design was based on “a concept of unity.”

The current design evokes the image of two cupped hands holding and protecting something precious: respect for human dignity.

rendering of the Center for Civil and Human Rights
Original rendering of the Center for Civil and Human Rights

Once inside the building — unfortunately photos were explicitly forbidden — you are put at ease with white, rounded surfaces and clean lines from dark brown wood floors. While the stories of civil and human rights are harsh, filled with the violence & death that can erupt from the inequalities of dreams deferred, here the the environs promote reflection and hope. In short, it puts you in the right mind as you prepare for what will most certainly be an emotional journey.

A Landmark for our Times

Upon its grand opening this June 23, the Center will exhibit four galleries. I was only able to visit two of them.

I don’t want to ruin your own visit with spoilers of the actual exhibits but I can share my thoughts on my experience.

Rolls Down Like Water

“But let justice roll down like waters And righteousness like an ever-flowing stream.” – Amos 5:24

The title of this exhibit is based on a biblically-inspired quote from Martin Luther King, Jr.. This exhibit is, however, far more than just the story of one man; it captures the many stories behind the brave fight for equality in The American Civil Rights Movement of the 1950s and 1960s — from the brave, young teens called the Freedom Riders to the 253,000 that peacefully assembled for the March on Washington for Jobs and Freedoms to the many heroic, and not so heroic, politicians and figures of power & influence.

When you first enter the exhibit, look left and then look right. Listen to the sounds of the TV’s in the first room. Don the headphones and see if you can withstand the vile, hate-filled words that saturated our society but a few decades ago. These are the sights and sounds that served as the roots of the Civil Rights movement, and Atlanta was key to that story. As you make your way around the exhibit’s rooms, take the time to take in what will be visceral experience. When you make it to Three Hymns prepare for your heart to be moved.

Curated by Tony Award–winning theatrical playwright and film director George C. Wolfe of Bring in ‘Da Noise, Bring in ‘Da Funk fame, this exhibition has all the elements of exceptional theatre. Be prepared to be both infuriated and inspired by these many stories.

Spark of Conviction

The Center advises 75 minutes when visiting the Center. But by the time I got to the Global Human Rights exhibit I was already too drained. I was filled with so many emotions — anger, frustration, hope. I had a lot to digest still so I purchased a membership pass to the Center, which provides unlimited free admission for one year.

Instead, I went out for a late dinner nearby to talk through the experience with my colleagues that attended.

Verdict: Inspiration Lives Here

The Center for Civil and Human rights declares the following purpose:

to create a safe space for visitors to explore the fundamental rights of all human beings so that they leave inspired and empowered to join the ongoing dialogue about human rights in their communities

Without question, the Center serves this challenge well.

There was room for improvements. I would have enjoyed a place within the building to rest between exhibits and share experiences over a snack or drink. While there are plenty of options nearby an option for “take-it-all-in” respite would have been appreciated. Also, in this modern day of social networks I really wanted to capture & share my experience with photos; photography was strictly prohibited, unfortunately. I think there is a huge opportunity here for the Center, especially if it hopes to teach and inspire the younger generation of how much came before them, at what costs, and how future change will only come through their own individual courageousness.

The Center has a vital story to tell about us all; it shares it with brave elegance.

The Center for Civil and Human Rights opens to the world June 23rd with a celebratory opening at 10am. All are invited.