What’s in a name?

After 30-some years of marriage you learn a thing or two about compromise. From handling major life decisions, to managing the details of a growing family, I’ve been fortunate to have a partner in our family enterprise who is a great shared-decision maker.

 

And as with any successful business endeavor, leadership teams are required at various times to adjust, or be flexible on issues that are important to them.

 

Take moving.

 

Actually, take moving from a moderate year-round coastal climate where the HVAC is never used, to an arid outpost far from family where electricity drives your comfort zone.

 

The outpost in question is a resort area, but still. It’s hot. And dry. All year.

 

Among its many saving graces is that at its periphery, the dramatic terrain serves as a popular destination for artists, photographers and seekers of natural beauty. So it’s not all bad.

 

When they branded the area, though, they forgot our patch of habitat heaven. We’re on an intersecting corner of two highways without any particular sense of place. It’s a little disappointing. We had hoped that with this grand gesture to re-brand our lives, it would come with an appropriately sexy street name, like Chaparral Canyon or Tumbleweed Abbey.

 

As we head east from California on the old Route 66, my Wilson-Oyler consulting business and the Landscape Business Exchange will continue, uninterrupted, from the Arizona desert and highway corner office we will now call home. The only thing missing is a new Corvette.

 

Please note our new, albeit unimaginative address: 23840 N. 119th Place Scottsdale, AZ 85255, on the corner of N119th Way and N119 Place.

Go figure.