Author Archives: Daniel Jacobs

My perspectives on Dan Jacobs compare him to the most knowledgeable and highly respected executives in North America. Having worked extensively with Dan, I have always had the highest regard for his personal integrity and business ethics. Dan always held the … Continue reading →

Happy Mothers Day to my beautiful and talented wife, Myrna Jacobs, mother of my children and grandchildren and greatest mother I know.   Following is a short essay I wrote for her on this Mothers Day.   IT’S HARD TO … Continue reading →

Through some alchemy of specious argument and vacuous logic, some individuals engaged in an effort to reduce all life to a mechanical, stimulus-response existence. This is an nefarious effort to minimize and even eliminate all real human contact, connection and … Continue reading →

Originally posted on wright jacobs musings:
My search in life is for truth, wherever it may lie. So, to avoid adding to the glut of truth decay inundating our minds and eroding our senses at an ever-increasing velocity, I’ll cut…

Note: Myrna found this hand-written piece I wrote in the spring of 1968. Much of it is still true today. – Dan Jacobs We all have an overwhelming desire to be needed, to be wanted, appreciated, to be loved. In … Continue reading →

The Beginning Once when I was unaware that love could come so fast, I allowed myself a day, not even that . . . an afternoon. It was cold that day. The Union was full, so we warmed our feet in bed, … Continue reading →

When things aren’t working out as you hoped, seek out and discard any old assumptions that may have outlived their usefulness. You may discover that assumptions are hazardous to your wealth.   Daniel Jacobs, 2017

If you’ve ever done something wrong, harmed someone who didn’t deserve it, or injured someone or something intentionally or unintentionally, you’ve got a problem. You’ve set in motion what could be called, the concept of inevitable consequence. Why? The answer … Continue reading →

THE RAIN CAME DOWN a poem by Myrna Jacobs I read your letter in the rain Sitting in a park called Freedom It seemed so fitting   You told me you loved me You said you knew how much I’d … Continue reading →