Paul Riismandel

This past fall I was on my way to work, bicycling as I usually do, through the busy streets of Chicago and Evanston. Just blocks from my house I was at a stoplight waiting to make a left turn. Behind me I heard angry honking, getting closer. I turned to see what was happening as [...]

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In working with community groups–especially volunteer-run radio–and having management jobs over the last twenty years it seems like much of my effort has gone into the art of dealing with people. I have to credit my brother with an observation I think he made in his late teens that took many more years to truly [...]

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