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I’m still going to get around to seeing the 2021 acclaimed documentary “Summer of Soul,” about the cultural impact of American music in 1969. I’m ashamed that I haven’t yet seen it.

But I just witnessed The Winter Weekend of Soul.

I saw souls saved. I saw souls restored. I saw souls nourished. I saw souls grow.

And I saw souls stolen. I saw souls crushed.

There is a Sunday night Wild Kingdom beautiful brutality about this. The crocodile wins. And the water gets bloody. We want to turn away. But we can’t turn away.

We revere the predator. But we have respect for the prey. Yes, there is a Circle of Life.

Souls crushed. Souls restored. Mine, certainly. For which I am very grateful.

Yes, it was exhilarating. But I found myself getting very quiet at the end of all four of those walk-offs.

Sudden death. But sudden life, too.

“Flamin’ eyes of people fear

Burnin’ into you.

Many men are missin’ much,

Hatin’ what they do.

Youth and truth are makin’ love,

Dig it for a starter.

Dyin’ young is hard to take,

But sellin’ out is harder.”

Nobody sold out. Nobody.

I want to thank The Great Game falettinme be mice elf agin.

It Was The Winter Weekend of Soul.

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Paul's Bio

I clearly have the attention span of your median fruit fly.Look! Airplane!

Sorry. I’m back.

It’s both a curse and a blessing. I’ve never bought this stuff about, “He who dies with the most toys wins.” But I do think that a wide range of life experiences helps us grow as people, and helps us better relate to other people. I’ve been fortunate. And I am beyond grateful.

I show up on time. I go like hell. I’m a good listener. I hold myself accountable. I own my mistakes. And I have a natural and an insatiable curiosity. I’m never afraid to say, “I don’t know,” when I don’t. But then I try to find out.

The flip side is I’m a lousy ballroom dancer and my clothes sometimes fit me funny.

Stuff matters to me. I care. But while I take that stuff seriously, I try hard to never take myself seriously. As a result, I have sometimes been told, “Paul, it’s hard to tell when you’re serious and when you’re just having some fun. Which is it? Serious or fun?”

My answer is “yes.” But I think that is a legitimate criticism. I promise I’m going to work on that.

This has been the quickest and strangest half-century I’ve ever experienced. During that period, I’ve been afforded amazing opportunities in news and sports journalism across all platforms. I have taught wonderful students at the high school and collegiate level. Always, I learned more from them than they did from me. I’ve been a high school administrator. I spent ten seasons as a high school varsity football coach. I’ve been an advertising executive. I’ve hosted nationally syndicated television entertainment shows. In maybe the biggest honor I ever received, I was selected by NASA to be “Chet The Astronaut” for the “Land The Shuttle” simulator at Space Center Houston. (All I can say there, is “Do as I say, not as I do.” I put that thing in the Everglades more often than not.) Most recently, I just wrapped up a decade as a television news director, during which time our teams distinguished themselves in holding the powerful accountable, achieving both critical and ratings success.

What does all that mean? It means I am profoundly grateful. It also means I’m ready for “next.” So here we are. Radically Rational. It’s an idea I woke up with in 2017. I scribbled “Radically Rational” on a piece of notebook paper and used a magnet to stick it on our refrigerator. I saw it every day, and it just would not leave me alone.

I am second in charge at Radically Rational, LLC. My wife, Jo (also known as BB), is the president. Clearly, I have failed in my attempt to sleep my way to the top of this organization.

I hope you will learn that I’m loyal as a Labrador. But I will admit that this doggie can bite every now and then. My promise to you? I will show up on time. I will go like hell. I will listen to you earnestly and attentively. I will hold myself accountable. I will never be the least bit hesitant to say, “I don’t know,” when I don’t.

But then I’ll try to find out. Let’s do it.