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  • I started taking notes when he used dinosaurs and quantum leaps in the same sentence.

    I wish I knew the topic that inspired the two getting together but, like I said, that was when I started taking note/s. I made a box on the right hand side of the agenda and got my smart look going.

    That was easy because I had picked out a power outfit the night before.

    Harris Tweed, a lovely grey weave with all the coors of the blooming heather woven in.

    My one Brooks Brothers shirt. I bought that one in Ronald Reagan Airport after I spilled coffee all down my travelling shirt. The sales guy looked me over once and picked it special. It was stripy and sporty and I said sure. He rang it up and I liked to died when he said $200.

    Topped it all off with grey pants and a yellow and grey striped tie instead of my usual elementary principal Looney Tunes or “one-fish-two-fish-red-fish-blue-fish” ties.

    My feet were under the table so they couldn’t see I had grabbed the ratty brown shoes in the dark this morning and my one belt (brown) was hidden under the jacket.

    He said, you must be getting ready for Madrid.
    I smiled and thought ain’t I ever.

    We were on agenda item number 2 by then. One down and eleven to go.

    I dialled in for killer lines, telling phrases, kernals of wit and pithy wisdom:

    “Positive buy-in,” he said.
    “We’re morphing as we go along,” he said.
    We’ll just keep the conversation going,” he said.
    “If we change the way we use it, it would actually have some relevance,” he said.
    She said, “I don’t know the answer to that” & “It’s a work in progress," he said
    “He didn’t eventuate,” he said.

    She said we should read a visionary text, not one that was just practical. It fit our team's needs better, she said

    By then the three hours, the agenda and I were done.

    I drove back to work, wound down the window, let the wind blow through.

    passed the police car parked by where the hookers wait and flash

    slowed at every intersection along the way,
    to let the cars that ran the red lights have their way,

    the fresh skid marks and shattered glass
    the signs on the stop signs and utility poles
    luck in love,
    boom sloping (tree felling),
    penis enlargement,
    and thought there is a poetry in it all.
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