The Layover Among my inner circle, I’m famous for saying my favorite place in the world is a bar at Lambert International Airport, which is ironic because I’m equally famous for not loving to fly. I get mercilessly teased for showing up super early, like an old Boomer (I am not). I’m there for the vibe. The nostalgia. The maps and murals. The people who strike up a conversation. The outset of an adventure. A seat at Schlafly, Shannon’s, or Three Kings Public House.¹ Back in t

By Anthony P. Bartlett A friend recently told me a story, and I can't stop turning it over—no pun intended, you'll see. (Neither could he. You can read his take here in "Gateway to Greatness.") He'd been to a breakfast where the speaker owned 110 cell phone stores across the Midwest. Retail. High turnover by nature. In that world, nobody takes the job planning to retire there, and the owner knew it. Yet his locations kept staff far longer than the industry standard. How? On d

Nobody's Asking an Age-Old Question. St. Louis Might Already Be the Answer. By Anthony P. Bartlett The relocation decision matrix has recently gained a fourth variable. It used to be candidate, spouse, and kids. Now it's candidate, spouse, kids, and aging parents. The leading edge of the Baby Boom just turned 80. And when your parents are 80, setting off for the career move of your life gets a lot more complicated. Roughly three-quarters of Acclimate orientation tours now inv