Nevin's Data "Points"

  As Father’s Day approaches, I’ve been thinking about my dad, the life he led, the choices he made, and his legacy. Mind you, I’m not talking about money. In fact, I didn’t learn anything about finance from my dad.  Not that our family’s income provided a lot of “room,”—but Dad avoided big purchases with the fervor of Ebenezer Scrooge. However, he’d spend that much (and more) on small things (mostly books, which remain in jaw-dropping abundance in my mother’s home 18 years after his passing!). My dad was a man of few words—spoken words, anyway. At 6’ 5”, he was an imposing figure, all the more so behind the pulpit from which he’d speak three times each week. He was a good speaker, though not a natural one. He worked hard at it, studied his subject matter (hence the books), and practiced his presentation relentlessly each and every week. I always thought it odd that such a quiet, introverted man would choose that career, but it was something he felt called to do at an early ag...

Back in the middle of the pandemic, my then 91-year-old mother was presented with two options—one a specialist recommended, the other favored by her trusted general practice physician. And of course, it was to be…her decision. This kind of thing happens all the time in the medical field where such things often seem as much art as science, with a myriad of factors to consider, not the least of which is the skill and experience of the medical professionals putting forth their recommendations. Not that it’s limited to life-and-death decisions. Indeed, it’s the kind of decision with which we’re often presented; when that annual auto inspection detects a hitherto undetected major repair need, when that leaky toilet repair uncovers some long-standing, but unobserved water damage, when that last minute call to fix a water heater or air conditioner reveals that it might—but might not—last the season. Those things routinely involve experts of one sort or another turning to us re...