Cats: Part II
Continuing . . . I had to fly to San Francisco — at one time my favorite city, but no more — to attend two days of meetings. Meetings are a great place to meet people and make friends, but a terrible place to get any work done, and maybe that is why we have so many meetings. We meet and plan so often that we hold additional meetings to discuss the other meetings and plan the plans. While living and working in Las Vegas, I was once commanded to attend a four-hour meeting in Washington D.C. This took three days to accomplish: one day to fly there and stay over, a second day to attend the afternoon meeting and stay over, and a third day to fly back. You justify that; I can’t. And on an aside, the worst day of my life occurred on a separate trip to D.C., a 16-hour comedy of errors, each joke played at my expense. But that is another story. Anyway, I could leave during the morning of the first day and return from San Francisco...