The endless Seattle winter is taking its toll. I’m sluggish to get out of bed. The days are chilly. The skies are gray. I feel sad inside, bored, like something is missing. And if I’m starting to crack, the double must be true for my poor wife.
One more year… one more year…
is really fascinating. I love this class. The professor is a superstar when its comes to picking case studies from HBR — everything we read is incredibly topical.
I also love the small class size and the “conference table” structure. And the fact that the Professor used to help run the Fed in St. Louis. Home-run, U-Dub!
My name, obviously, is David. I come from Brooklyn, New York. I have a doppelganger.
His name is David. He comes from BK, NY. He is a kosher caterer.
We share one more thing in common: a phone number. The. Exact. Phone Number. Just the area codes are different (718 vs 917).
For 5 years, I’ve been getting his calls. For 5 years, I’ve been forwarding them to him. We’ve never met. Nicest guy. He keeps offering to cater any event I have for free. He promises he wants to meet me when I get back to NY.
Only in New York. I miss home.
FYI: David, pick your equipment up from the Hebrew Academy. Jeanette says the building inspector comes on Tuesday.
ISLAMABAD, Pakistan — A middle-aged Californian, on a self-proclaimed mission to help American troops, armed himself with a dagger, a pistol, a sword, Christian texts, hashish and night vision goggles and headed to the lawless tribal areas between Afghanistan and Pakistan to hunt down, single-handedly, Osama Bin Laden.