
I’d finally come to the breaking point.
It was 5 a.m. I was waiting for the coffee to finish brewing as I fired up Thunderbird to check my e-mail spam. There was a message from The One.
He’s the guy I learned the most from. His models are the ones I’m most likely to re-interpret, since His influence has so shaped my thinking. He breathed life into my professional development as I stood trembling and adrift on the stoop of middle-age. My Guru – My One.
Selfish, incompetent bastard!





