Forest and Water

July 4, 2026July 4, 2026

How I’m Feeling This July 4th

I reorganized my office a few days ago. As I prioritized what to put back in place, I looked at my U.S. Army commission, my awards, and a glass case holding challenge coins and other keepsakes from my military service. I’ve had every opportunity to put them back on the wall in the new house, where they’ve hung in every place I’ve lived since I left the military. There’s a reason that didn’t happen again, and it’s related to how I feel about celebrating July 4th.

I’ve been trying to name the emotion I’ve had for quite a while and again today. “Grief” is the word that fits; grief over a disappearing value system I thought underpinned this country. One could argue it’s being consciously and intentionally destroyed.

My parents, but especially my grandfather, shaped my value system. As a boy, I had always wanted to be like him. The day of my commissioning into the U.S. Army is one of my most cherished memories of him. It was, in a sense, my formal entry into the world I believed he represented and one I was now responsible to uphold as an adult. He hadn’t worn his uniform in years and was quietly relieved it still fit that day in May of 1990. It was one of only two times I ever saw him cry.

He belonged to the “greatest generation,” a generation shaped by the Depression and forged during World War II. His generation was not perfect, but what I observed is this:

His was a generation where the lines between racial and ethnic groups were thicker and brighter and where there were frequent biting comments about this or that group of people, but I also witnessed how my grandfather would stand up for the weaker and would place himself between an aggressor and someone being treated badly. I probably got my guardian nature from his influence. He believed in charity and gave his money generously, while also feeling strongly that people needed to pull themselves up by their bootstraps. He kept his wallet close to his chest and felt the same way about the public’s money. As a selectman and a legislator, he was thrifty with the public’s money because it didn’t belong to those in office. He believed in public service, that we have a responsibility to leave the world around us better than we found it. He believed natural resources are there to be used productively, while also believing we have a duty to be respectful stewards of the environment. His was a generation where there was a stronger sense of shared values and shared social commitments, even where there existed differences in opinion on a range of issues.

More recently, I’ve started to wonder whether the values he exemplified, the ones I thought represented what it means to be American, were ever as broadly American as I thought, or if instead they are the values more isolated to New England. All I know is that those values mattered to me and my perception of what it is to be a citizen and an American. Perhaps I’m just getting old and am increasingly less accepting that culture and values change and that’s just how life goes.

Right at this moment, however, I feel a heavy weight, not unlike how I felt during the Bicentennial in 1976. I was eight years old, watching fireworks at the Washington Monument. While I was too young to truly grasp what was happening in the country, I could feel the weight of Vietnam, Watergate, and 1970s stagflation hovering over what was truly an amazing fireworks display on the mall. I feel a similar weight today. Something heavy is happening in America.

This July 4th, I’ll be thinking about my grandfather’s America, where it exists between friends, where it exists between community members and where it exists between people who are simply going to the grocery store to put food on the table. I might just walk up to a complete stranger and wish them a heartfelt July 4th and see what happens.

March 16, 2023March 17, 2023

The Right Way

I’ve been a M*A*S*H fan since childhood. Although it’s a comedy sitcom, I’ve always found nuggets of wisdom in it, including excellent leadership lessons.

In one episode, Col. Potter remarks — “Just remember, there’s a right way and a wrong way to do everything and the wrong way is to keep trying to make everybody else do it the right way.”

I’ve thought about this quote extensively and how it has such broad application to so many different contexts. In the context of my professional life as a technology leader, I’ve thought about the quote and how it applies to project success.

Project management is as much a soft art as it is the application of hard skills. The textbook skills can be taught, but there are skills that are more nuanced and require being able to read people, the organization as a whole and reading the dynamics between people. These are skills that can only be learned through experience. As much as every project has similar characteristics, there’s almost always differences that matter and keep project management from being cookie-cutter.

This brings me to the main point of this post. A lesson I’ve learned over the years, one learned from my days of serving in the military, is that intent focus on the mission and having a clear definition of the desired outcome is far more important to getting everyone to “do it the right way.” Process and structure are very important, but having structure and process should not become the overriding purpose of the project.

Often, project managers, in demonstrating their skills, focus too intently on following and getting everyone else to follow the more rigid aspects of project management. A project can be a deemed a success because all the steps that go into traditional project management were executed to a “T,” but that doesn’t necessarily mean the project is a success in achieving the desired outcome.

Knowing and understanding the objective is vital. I witnessed this on a recent project where the definition of “success” was not well understood, even though there was a solid project charter. Moreover, sometimes the objective can change over time, or different people may develop different ideas about the meaning of “success” of the project.

This is where a project manager really earns her keep — by working with leadership and stakeholders to constantly and consistently clarify and reinforce the mission and to adjust it when necessary, then communicating it back broadly and regularly. This is a more nuanced aspect of project management.

As a follow-up to this post, I’ll be writing about the five paragraph operations order used in the military and how it relates to project management in the technology world.

July 4, 2022July 4, 2022

In the Trenches

Among the many important lessons I’ve learned in life is to lead by example. Leading by example fosters common bonds.

In 1989, I spent part of the summer at Fort Bragg, NC for officer basic training as part of the University of New Hampshire’s R.O.T.C. training program. While on a field exercise, our non-commissioned officer trainer had us dig in for the night.

I remember giving him an attitude, questioning why he was having us dig foxholes when it was something we were never going to do as officers. His simple response was something to the effect of – “sir, because if you don’t dig foxholes, your soldiers never will.” I complied though at the time I don’t think I entirely bought into his argument.

Although I didn’t immediately appreciate the depth of the wisdom I had just received, I later came to realize that his words sunk in deeply. Since that time, in everything I do, I do my best to lead by example because I know being in the trenches together can actually bring people together toward a common purpose.

Fast forward to 2022

I’m in the midst of building a small house for myself. I decided to be my own general contractor, mainly because I’m on a budget, but also because I wanted to have a direct role in the construction. Construction started in December 2021. We are soon to start with the interior work. Among the many lessons I’ve learned about construction, I’ve learned that there’s a great deal of trust involved in working with contractors to build a home.

My political beliefs are likely different from those of the guys with whom I’m working. We don’t talk about politics, but it’s not difficult to figure it out. As of late, talk about gas prices and how it affects contractors reveals a lot about one’s politics. Still, with only a few exceptions, I’ve been able to establish good relationships with the contractors doing the work.

I’m confident that my experience building a house would be dramatically different if I were the kind of person who sat back and waited for the work to be done and only made periodic visits to the job site. Instead, I’m out there everyday there’s work being done. I help where I can and am available for instant decision making.

I do this not only because building the house is a substantial investment, but also because I recognize that as both the homeowner and the general contractor, I’m in a leadership role and that the basics of leadership are just as necessary on the construction site as they are at Fort Bragg.

What I’ve learned, or rather, what’s been reinforced, is that people can be good to each other and work together, even when their politics don’t align. Friendships can even form. It’s the same experience I had in the military. People from all walks of life serve in the military. Sometimes, you don’t know how much you have in common with another person until you’re in the trenches together.

Take from this post what you will. If you have any interest whatsoever to find a common purpose and common values, look for opportunities to be in the trenches together with people who are different. It could be volunteering at a local event. It could be helping a neighbor. It could be anything.

October 19, 2021October 19, 2021

On Heroes

In 2007, I wrote the dedication below to my grandfather, my hero, and read it at his funeral in January of that year. It’s about my grandfather, but also about heroes in general and why even when heroes make mistakes that they are still heroic. I pulled it out of my files on the occasion of Secretary and General Colin Powell’s passing because of the attention paid to the blot on General Powell’s otherwise impeccable record. General Powell was nearly as much of a hero for me as my grandfather. He had a deep impact on me in my formative years as a young U.S. Army officer.

In my personal and professional lives, I have tried to follow General Powell’s thirteen rules of leadership. Like General Powell, the military was a place where I found structure and purpose and where class and wealth did no matter. As I have since my grandfather’s passing, I feel a duty to continue honoring the spirt and lessons of my two greatest heroes in life.

January 22, 2007

Nearly 17 years ago, I wore this same uniform as I embarked on a rewarding chapter of my life in the U.S. Army. On that day in May of 1990 at Zais Hall, my grandfather honored me by administering the oath that officially brought me into the ranks of the officer corps. It was a proud moment for both of us. He hadn’t put on the uniform in many years and was relieved and excited to find that it still fit. I’m having that same experience today – it’s been 11 years. That ceremony in 1990 was one of only two times I ever witnessed my grandfather crying. I stand here today to honor him as he did me that windy day at UNH.

It will come as no surprise to many of you when I say that my grandfather is my hero. I’ve wanted to be like him for as long as I can remember. Just before coming to New Hampshire on this solemn occasion, I re-read a school paper I wrote my freshman year at UNH. It very clearly [and emphatically] stated my desire to be just like him. Reading it made me cry because it was a reminder that the notion of wanting to be just like my granddad wasn’t some idea I had cooked up in adulthood. In several ways, I have followed in my grandfather’s footsteps and my personality has been tremendously shaped by his influence. I don’t recall that I ever told my grandfather that he was my hero, but I think he knew it. Nothing has changed since those early days in New Castle. What has changed over time is my definition of the word “hero”.

As heroes usually are, my grandfather was larger than life; especially so when I was a young boy. It’s hard for anyone to debate Douglas Woodward’s impressive resume of life experiences. A jack of many trades and master of quite a few. He was no intellectual slouch. He was even, as he fondly liked to say of other old and crusty New Englanders … a little bit “salty”. He had what is called in the study of leadership – “presence”. Those I would meet in the seacoast area always had a high opinion of my grandfather. He was above all else a man of honor and principles. From him I learned – always do the right thing and don’t take shortcuts. He occupied a higher plain from my young-eyed perspective.

As I got older, I got to know the person. I got to know the man. I got to know that he was human and that he even had flaws. That kind of information had to be processed against my image of him as the infallible hero. It was a process that took several years as I got to know him better man to man. In the end, my grandfather is still my hero. He never stopped being my hero and he never stopped being anything other than himself.

If you don’t have a hero in your life, then here’s some advice – it’s a 360 degree circular path to finding one and keeping him or her in hero status. At zero degrees of the circle is the easy part … viewing your hero in the bubble of infallible greatness. Enjoy that part for 179 degrees. At 180 degrees of the circle is the hard part that may shake your desire to hold on to your hero – the realization that he or she is human like the rest of us. You’ll stay there for another 179 degrees as you figure out what to do with the new understanding of your hero’s very human nature. At 360 degrees your hero will be back on top. By 360 degrees, you will find that your hero is even more heroic. You will believe that your hero is as great now as he or she was at zero degrees, despite [and because of] the reality check that happened at 180. I will miss my grandfather and I just wanted to tell you that he is my hero. I hope each of you find one just like him.

Scott Woodward

February 13, 2021February 17, 2021

Hope For A Senior Street Dog

Republished from the Hope 4 a Street Dog website.

*The remarkable story of a senior dog in Costa Rica who needed a second chance, and a life-changing opportunity that a dog lover from Vermont made possible.*

Meet Chino

It’s rare here in Costa Rica to see a dog old enough to have silver hair coming in on their snout. Many dogs don’t get the chance to enjoy their golden years, and especially not street dogs. So when Chino was found begging for food on the beach at Playa Negra, with ticks and matted graying hair, we at Hope 4 A Street Dog were quite surprised.

When Chino was first found at Playa Negra

It’s uncertain how this became Chino’s reality. Unfortunately, dogs are abandoned all too often when they begin to age, even when they are as friendly and sweet as Chino. For true dog lovers this is an unthinkable act, but shelters around the world are full of senior animals who have been surrendered, usually because they require more care in their later years.

The Road to Recovery

Chino was brought to Dr. Cavallini’s Veterinary office for a checkup and much-needed grooming, by two visiting volunteers, Bonnie and Mary. Sylvia, one of the best groomers in the area, worked her magic, bathing him and getting rid of all the knots and ticks. Chino left with a new lease on life; not only feeling fresh and clean, but loved and cared for like he should be.

The vet estimated he was around 8 years old. He had some of the common ailments that dogs here in the tropics deal with, but nothing that couldn’t be treated. He was now safe and fed at Berta‘s sanctuary, spending his days with her pack of rescues and fosters. We began looking for a forever home for Chino, and while he waited he got lots of visits and walks on the beach from volunteers.

A Miracle from Vermont

Then, we received amazing news from Hope 4 A Street Dog’s founder, Kim in Vermont. She had found a volunteer who wanted to travel to Costa Rica to pick up Chino, and accompany him on a journey north to live in Vermont. This admirable dog-lover, Scott Woodward, had actually adopted a Costa Rican rescue from Kim already. Kim also runs a rescue in Vermont, and has helped many dogs transition from Costa Rica find their forever homes in the U.S. Scott fell in love with his Tico dog, Milu, and jumped at the opportunity to help another rescue from Costa Rica find a loving home when he heard Chino’s story.

Scott and his dog Milu, who is also a Costa Rican rescue

Aside from being a long time dog lover and supporter of rescue, Scott was searching for ways to bring deeper meaning and happiness into his life and others’. He decided it was time to start shifting focus and energy to other things aside from work, and forming connections that mattered. This trip to Costa Rica was about more than rescuing Chino, it was about connecting with other people who have a similar mission in life, and forming life-long friendships. Scott’s mission to live with purpose and spread love is something we can all learn from and be inspired by.

When Scott landed at Liberia airport, Chino was there to greet him. He gave him a warm welcome, as if he knew they were going to be long time amigos. We immediately connected with Scott, and welcomed him to the land of pura vida, and to our community of animal lovers. We are so grateful to meet kind souls like Scott who help make miracles happen like this. We did our best to show Scott a good time here in Playa Junquillal, and he got to know the area and all of the volunteers at Hope 4 A Street Dog well. He and Chino even spent some time getting professional training with Shari from Tropic K9, so they would be ready for their trip to Vermont together. Thank you, Shari!

Volunteers, Jessica and Flavia helping Chino into his new vest. | Scott and Chino at Tropic K9

Scott’s time in Costa Rica went by fast, but he definitely packed in the memories. It’s safe to say this will probably not be Scott’s last time visiting, as we could tell that this beautiful place had captured his heart. We were so happy to see Chino and Scott forming a bond and so relieved that this senior dog was getting a second chance. We even had a farewell party for Chino before he left, to wish them well and thank Scott again for his unforgettable act of kindness.

Berta, Scott and Chino at his farewell party!

¡Buen viaje, Chino y Scott!

After extending his trip for two extra days, it was finally time for Scott and Chino to fly back to Vermont. Berta was feeling especially torn, obviously happy that Chino would be in a loving home, but sad to say goodbye after caring for him all these months in foster care. This is a feeling she is used to after rescuing and finding homes for countless dogs over the years, but it never gets easier.

Their trip went smoothly and Chino was very well behaved. Scott couldn’t wait to introduce Chino to Milu when they arrived, and show him around his new home.

Now that Scott and Chino are settled in, he says that Milu accepted Chino as his new brother quickly, and they are enjoying the Vermont summer and spending lots of time outdoors hiking and exploring. Scott was originally just supposed to foster Chino until he was adopted, but we have a feeling Chino has already found his forever home!

Chino in New Hampshire enjoying the outdoors with Scott and Milu

We Are All Hope

We are so glad that there IS hope for a senior street dog, and we want to remind you that we are ALL hope for every dog in need. This community of animal lovers continues to grow and we are endlessly surprised and warmed by new contributors like Scott to our cause. None of these heartwarming stories could be possible without the help of so many. This story is the perfect example of how it truly takes a village to give hope to a being that needed help, and so easily could have been overlooked. Thank you to EVERYONE who helped Chino and believed in him. And an extra special thanks to you, Scott.