In February (2008) Dick phoned; he was starting his company (finally!) and wanted to talk about some of the ideas I'd mentioned over the years of beers we'd shared. Maybe we could cooperate.
I thought about it and early March sent him a well-considered 2,238 words. What and why what would work. In early April we met in Vancouver. He went over his ideas, mine, and how the latter might fit the former. It all sounded great with big glasses of dry red wine and thick slabs of marbled beef; even better, it still sounded good with hungover eggs and coffee the next morning. "Okay Greg, send me a proposal."
Mid April it was in the digital mail, 2,811 words and embedded excel spreadsheet segments, then ... nothing. Dick was in Europe, family business. (I understand as we both are of the age where we are buffeted on both sides, by teenage children and aged parents, both who want what they want when they want it, period.) Then India for a week of intense interview and hire.
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