In which a lunatic has an aneurism over apparently nothing. Next April, I’m going to turn fifty. I’ll be fifty years old. Good lord. Somehow, I’ve managed to get this far without working in a large corporate office. So today I got my first taste of a world that most of you are already much more familiar with than I am: the world of modern American big business. So what lit me up like a Fourth of July skyrocket was something that seemed to mean nothing at all to the other 23 people in the room, because today, for the...
