This is not meant to be sad or maudlin but.......the other day, I was working on a long boring annual report from a large boring broker. Cut and paste, cut and paste, check and verify, call this fund mgr., call that fund mgr., the usual marginally creative stuff and I thought, "Lord, what I would do for a call from Ed Smith right now."
Then yesterday, I had a delivery at Keene's newest sporting mega-store "Richards" (not really but you know..) and there he was again. I went to the golf department and, I swear to the gods, I felt vibes. Uncanny, scary, yet warm as well.
I'm losing it but that's OK.
