Sunday, February 12, 2006


Cathy (with a "C") asked me this morning whether I plan to put my roots down in Santa Monica.  As I write this -- from the perch on my balcony -- it's 77 balmy degrees, the sun is shining, the humming birds are humming and the air is fragrant with Eucalyptus.  I just returned from the beach where the joggers are jogging and the volleyballers are volleying.  Two years ago, I had an epiphany:  If you're just going to be a corporate "headcount," might as well head where it counts and find a better career path.  So, as I said this morning, you couldn't pry me out of here with a crowbar!

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