Nothing to see here. Just a couple of body slams about the rat race and keeping up with the joneses. We're good.
20 years ago, me and my fellow Stern MBAs gathered at Windows on The World restaurant to celebrate our annual Spring Gala. 5 months later, I was on a boat on the Hudson on a clear beautiful Tuesday morning, riding home past the huge plume of dust that used to be World Trade Center.
Please stop arguing with yourself, and book the first available flight away from yes, pronto.
And The Streak.
A short Father's Day reflection on the most difficult and most exhilarating role of my life.
And some other not yet validated rants that you don't have to pay attention to. At all, at all.
My people. I greet you. I wrote the first version of this note about a year ago when the pandemic was rocking the world with every combo in its portfolio of combos. Resonated with a lot of folks, got some great responses. Reading it again, and I said to myself—
Load up on that dish soap...it may save your life.