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Wednesday,
March 27, 2002
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what passed for art and was passed by by the extreme dog walking team
"He threatens many that has
injured one."
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working? When the alarm sounds at 6:30AM, I am dreaming dreams I've now forgotten as I write this. I shower, dress, drink a pot of coffee, check e-mail. My phone rattles across the desk, vibrating. FFP tells me that someone drove a car into the building we own. Apparently they didn't steal anything and pulled out and drove off. This is a new type of crime. Steal a car, drive it into a locked building. I guess they got scared before they could steal anything.
I call the desk to check out and leave. At the office, we continue discussions with our customers. We are extracting bits of their worlds, their pain, etc. from them. To see if we can continue to get their company's money for making it better. They are in lots of different businesses. I scribble notes again. Will there be a valuable idea that emerges?
The customer council is over at 2PM. But I go to another meeting. I joke with old friends, get people together to talk about the future. We joke about the company things going on around us. Finally, at 4:30PM, I get a root beer out of the free drink machine, go to the restroom and go get in my car. I point it west. Soon I've escaped the traffic vortex and I'm cruising to Columbus. I call FFP. We agree to dine when I get home. He's paid $3400 to get the building put back together. We are lucky it was only that much. The wildflowers are starting to look grand. Bluebonnents and Indian Paint brushes, scattered on the roadside with occasional daubs of pink and white, too. I turn the radio to scan, listening to fragments of Houston stations (country, Mexican, polka?, NPR, rock, news, traffic and over again) and then pop in some Mystery Short stories.
I arrive at home and we immediately go to Westwood. In the Grill, we have drinks and salads and FFP reads The New Yorker while I read a book of essays. At home, I don't last long. I'm soon in bed watching TV and then my eyes close.
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