The answer is always yes. We wouldn’t be having this conversation—not with you, our dear newsletter readers, but potential clients—if we didn’t have it. We get asked this question a lot. At least once a week, maybe more? We built Three Point Four to be lean and nimble and scale to a client’s needs. So, yes, we do have the bandwidth. I can’t ever imagine saying no? And if we didn’t have the bandwidth, well that’s a good problem to have and we’ll figure it out in which case why, yes, we do have the bandwidth.
Always take the call.
Onto the links.
An Article
An 8-Year-Old Wrote a Book and Hid It on a Library Shelf. It’s a Hit.
Eight-year-old Dillon Helbig wrote a book and snuck it into the library and the librarians were so charmed they added it to the catalog. By the end of last month, 56 people were on the waitlist. Also, this:
“I had to sneak past the librarians,” said Dillon, who says “li-berry” instead of “library.”
It’s a perfect story.
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A Project
January has turned into February and Q1 plans are now Q2 plans and everyone is still Following Up, but worry not: the TPF team is hard at work on a handful of Very Cool (And Top Secret) Projects we can share more details on soon.
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A Book
Speaking of top secret, I finally read my first JACK REACHER novel. Highly recommend. Reacher is as advertised—totally bad ass, always gets out of a jam, very adept at cracking skulls, extremely tall and handsome. Read if you like: blockbuster movies, hilarious dialogue, fight scenes, plot twists. I’ll admit, I gasped audibly throughout.
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A Cross Country Ski Race
I skied the Noquemanon Ski Marathon two weeks ago in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula. The race started at Al Quaal ski trails in Ishpeming (semi-related pandemic side note: the last time I raced at Al Quaal, in 2002, I had the flu—somehow only one of my teammates also caught it) and finished, 48 kilometers later, in Marquette. I’ve done a lot of really dumb and long endurance races over the last 20+ years, but this race was spiritual in a way I did not expect. It was, in a word, epic. Point-to-point! It was fun to go somewhere. So many of the ridiculous runs and bike rides I do start and end in the same place.
The first half of the race weaved through private land that is only groomed once a year for the race. There were screaming and technical 30 mph downhills that spit skiers out across frozen lakes into treacherous winds. There was also an old man playing a trumpet in 11-degree weather, fans in their backyards drinking Coors Light next to a bonfire at 10 am, and a lot of old white guys in spandex. I’ll be back.
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Noah will be with you in two weeks. Til then!