Years ago I discovered a program that Amtrak has that allows you a ridiculous amount of travel-time on their trains for one price over a period of time, with one encompassing up to 18 segments over the course of 45 days.
A few weeks ago, I planned an itinerary that would have allowed me to travel over 7000 miles in about two weeks for less than $500 (not including food and other expenses) utilizing the 15 day/8 segment travel arrangement.
The plan was to document this trip, post it to my blog, and perhaps write a book about the experience. It never happened. I was hoping to make it a graduation gift to myself, perhaps something to make-up for spending my life saying I was going to make it to Florida to see the shuttle lift-off at least once before it stopped flying, but that never happened.
I'm thinking that perhaps it is time.
The itinerary:
Day One:
Brunswick-Boston 5:55 pm to 9:30 pm (Downeaster)
Day Two:
Boston-Washington DC 6:40 am to 2:30 pm (Northeast Regional)
Day Two/Three:
Washington DC - New Orleans 6:30 pm to 7:32 pm (next day) (Crescent)
Day Four/Five/Six
New Orleans - Los Angeles 9 am to 5:30 am (2nd day) (Sunset Limited)
Day Six/Seven:
Los Angeles - Seattle 10:10 am to 8:37 pm (next day) (Coast Starlight)
Day Eight/Nine/Ten:
Seattle - Chicago 4:40 pm to 4:00 pm (2nd day) (Empire Builder)
Day Ten/Eleven:
Chicago - Boston 9:30 pm to 9:10 pm (next day) (Lake Shore Limited)
Day Twelve:
Boston - Brunswick 9:05 am - 12:30 pm (Downeaster)
Now, looking at things differently, I'm wondering if perhaps I could expand this to take in a few more segments over a greater number of days, get a lot of good material for the blog and the book. What could I do with more segments? More days? The above schedule doesn't even really hit the heartland, and doesn't give any time at all to stops between one train and another. I'd be taking pictures of Arizona through the windows, for instance. Grand Canyon, anyone?
This itinerary doesn't even include the Southwest Chief or California Zephyr, if I were to add those two, it would only be two more segments; adding the City of New Orleans would be a third.
Sunday, May 19, 2013
Thursday, May 16, 2013
Promotions and Organizations
Looking back at my previous multiple-manager paradox solution in tandem with some current thoughts regarding promotions has given me ideas about the nature of promotions in organizations that can boil down to one basic rule:
Internal promotion only really works if it's in a non-supervisory capacity. People don't want to work for someone that was once lateral to themselves. It also increases dissatisfaction with the position amongst those that considered themselves candidates for the position, as well as competition between employees that can lead to back-stabbing, gossip, and an unhealthy business climate. My personal thoughts on competition are that while it can have a place among salespeople, helping to increase profits for the company as a whole, most employees shouldn't be placed in a situation that creates competition among them, as it can have the opposite effect, costing the company productivity.
External hires are often necessary to fill supervisory roles because of this. It prevents in-fighting between employees, and gives the employees a new, unknown body to be respectful of, without the baggage associated with having seen a lateral coworker (for instance) misbehave at the office Christmas party the year prior to their promotion.
At the same time, it's the responsibility of senior management to provide a climate within which a new hire or promotion is given the authority to do their job, which requires a degree of trust that can be lacking in an unknown and unproven employee.
Internal promotion only really works if it's in a non-supervisory capacity. People don't want to work for someone that was once lateral to themselves. It also increases dissatisfaction with the position amongst those that considered themselves candidates for the position, as well as competition between employees that can lead to back-stabbing, gossip, and an unhealthy business climate. My personal thoughts on competition are that while it can have a place among salespeople, helping to increase profits for the company as a whole, most employees shouldn't be placed in a situation that creates competition among them, as it can have the opposite effect, costing the company productivity.
External hires are often necessary to fill supervisory roles because of this. It prevents in-fighting between employees, and gives the employees a new, unknown body to be respectful of, without the baggage associated with having seen a lateral coworker (for instance) misbehave at the office Christmas party the year prior to their promotion.
At the same time, it's the responsibility of senior management to provide a climate within which a new hire or promotion is given the authority to do their job, which requires a degree of trust that can be lacking in an unknown and unproven employee.
Pittsfield Homophobes?
Someone in Pittsfield doesn't like gays, according to this news story:
http://abcnews.go.com/Technology/geography-hate-map-racist-homophobic-tweets/story?id=19178370#.UZUowkpJuUk
http://abcnews.go.com/Technology/geography-hate-map-racist-homophobic-tweets/story?id=19178370#.UZUowkpJuUk
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| This is as far as I could zoom. |
Liver!
I like liver. That's right, I said it. I like liver.
But I like liver the way that *I* cook it. I've had other people's liver, including restaurant liver, but it's never as good as mine.
Points of fact: frying is better than baking. You don't need onions, but I do add onion powder.
What I do is mix flour with onion powder, garlic powder, a little cayenne or chili powder, then coat this mixture on the liver and fry in a pan of vegetable oil until it's black on both sides. Simple, and very tasty. Plus cheap! But not as cheap as it was years ago when no one wanted to eat liver. If the economy has done anything, its caused liver prices to go up.
And the cat loves it too. Before cooking that is.
Did I mention that I only cook liver in the absence of the wife? She's not a fan....
But I like liver the way that *I* cook it. I've had other people's liver, including restaurant liver, but it's never as good as mine.
Points of fact: frying is better than baking. You don't need onions, but I do add onion powder.
What I do is mix flour with onion powder, garlic powder, a little cayenne or chili powder, then coat this mixture on the liver and fry in a pan of vegetable oil until it's black on both sides. Simple, and very tasty. Plus cheap! But not as cheap as it was years ago when no one wanted to eat liver. If the economy has done anything, its caused liver prices to go up.
And the cat loves it too. Before cooking that is.
Did I mention that I only cook liver in the absence of the wife? She's not a fan....
Tuesday, May 7, 2013
This is my Insurance!
One morning, a taxi pulled up in front of the hotel, and a lady climbed out with a duffel bag, went around to the back, pulled a wheelchair out of the trunk, and placing the duffel bag into it, walked into the hotel.
All over her overcoat, bag, and wheelchair, were pinned tiny scraps of paper, each one with a bit of writing. Walking to the desk, she handed me a 3 page manifesto she claimed was her "insurance" and requested 200 copies, since we were the only place she knew open at 5 a.m. with a copy machine.
I told her that unfortunately my supervisor wouldn't allow me to make that many copies for a guest (to say nothing of a non-guest), but that perhaps I could make up 5 copies and treat her to a breakfast-to-go bag, complete with bottled water, apple, and cereal bar. She appreciated my assistance, gave me one of the copies of her 'insurance' documentation, called me one of the few allies she'd met in hospitality (which is apparently full of hateful racists), and went on her way.
As she was leaving, other employees started to arrive, and asked 'what was that all about?' I explained, and was told that they would have called the police, since the woman is clearly delusional. My justification was that doing so would have only upset her and the other guests, any one of whom could have complained. My way cost us about $2 in snacks, paper, and toner, and turned what could have been a disaster for the hotel into an amusing anecdote.
Later I read the 'manifesto' and concluded that she was very schizophrenic. It really didn't make any sense, all I could understand was the general tone of the language, which to summarize, came down to "everyone is evil and conspiring to get me."
Another guest once accused us of having cameras behind the bathroom mirrors. All we could really do is assure her that we didn't, and that we really didn't want to know what guests did in there anyway. After all, it was a hotel. We offered to let her check out that night and not pay for the room, since she wouldn't have spent the night, but in the end she was convinced to hang something in front of the mirror so that no one could see. That seemed to make her happy.
There was also the story of the guest who was dropped-off at our door by a competitor's hotel shuttle, and tried convincing us he knew his credit card number by heart to pay for the room. Come to find out he had recently escaped from one of the local mental institutions, who later tracked him down and took him back.
I'm also very friendly to vagrants and the homeless. Our nation doesn't do a very good job of treating mental disorders among the poor, and honestly not that great a job at treating it among the rest of the population either.
One night for instance, I had a very obviously homeless man wander in, claiming to be a guest, but couldn't find his room key. He asked if he could just make some coffee and crash in the lobby for a while. He looked harmless enough, and it was below freezing outside, so I told him that was fine. He took a nap, and left a few hours later. About a week later he returned, made himself at home, and after a couple hours I told him that I'd be happy to arrange transportation for him to one of the local shelters if he'd like a place to sleep and a meal to eat. He was amenable to that, so I called the police.
He didn't like that. They showed up, he yelled at me, the cops replied "who did you think he was going to call in the middle of the night?" They offered him a ride to the shelter. He asked if he would have to be frisked. They said yes. He said no, and wandered off into the cold.
It was at that point I lost my tolerance for Mr. Homeless Guy in Bangor. Whatever he was carrying that he didn't want the police to find doesn't belong in my hotel.
All over her overcoat, bag, and wheelchair, were pinned tiny scraps of paper, each one with a bit of writing. Walking to the desk, she handed me a 3 page manifesto she claimed was her "insurance" and requested 200 copies, since we were the only place she knew open at 5 a.m. with a copy machine.
I told her that unfortunately my supervisor wouldn't allow me to make that many copies for a guest (to say nothing of a non-guest), but that perhaps I could make up 5 copies and treat her to a breakfast-to-go bag, complete with bottled water, apple, and cereal bar. She appreciated my assistance, gave me one of the copies of her 'insurance' documentation, called me one of the few allies she'd met in hospitality (which is apparently full of hateful racists), and went on her way.
As she was leaving, other employees started to arrive, and asked 'what was that all about?' I explained, and was told that they would have called the police, since the woman is clearly delusional. My justification was that doing so would have only upset her and the other guests, any one of whom could have complained. My way cost us about $2 in snacks, paper, and toner, and turned what could have been a disaster for the hotel into an amusing anecdote.
Later I read the 'manifesto' and concluded that she was very schizophrenic. It really didn't make any sense, all I could understand was the general tone of the language, which to summarize, came down to "everyone is evil and conspiring to get me."
Another guest once accused us of having cameras behind the bathroom mirrors. All we could really do is assure her that we didn't, and that we really didn't want to know what guests did in there anyway. After all, it was a hotel. We offered to let her check out that night and not pay for the room, since she wouldn't have spent the night, but in the end she was convinced to hang something in front of the mirror so that no one could see. That seemed to make her happy.
There was also the story of the guest who was dropped-off at our door by a competitor's hotel shuttle, and tried convincing us he knew his credit card number by heart to pay for the room. Come to find out he had recently escaped from one of the local mental institutions, who later tracked him down and took him back.
I'm also very friendly to vagrants and the homeless. Our nation doesn't do a very good job of treating mental disorders among the poor, and honestly not that great a job at treating it among the rest of the population either.
One night for instance, I had a very obviously homeless man wander in, claiming to be a guest, but couldn't find his room key. He asked if he could just make some coffee and crash in the lobby for a while. He looked harmless enough, and it was below freezing outside, so I told him that was fine. He took a nap, and left a few hours later. About a week later he returned, made himself at home, and after a couple hours I told him that I'd be happy to arrange transportation for him to one of the local shelters if he'd like a place to sleep and a meal to eat. He was amenable to that, so I called the police.
He didn't like that. They showed up, he yelled at me, the cops replied "who did you think he was going to call in the middle of the night?" They offered him a ride to the shelter. He asked if he would have to be frisked. They said yes. He said no, and wandered off into the cold.
It was at that point I lost my tolerance for Mr. Homeless Guy in Bangor. Whatever he was carrying that he didn't want the police to find doesn't belong in my hotel.
Canadian Chainsaw Murderer
The last story reminded me of the scariest incident at the hotel, one that was not made-up in someone's head, and was actually potentially dangerous.
One night, my wife to be and I were hanging-out in the breakfast area, in that sweet-spot after all the formal night-audit functions had been complete, but before all the breakfast functions had to be begun. The front door opened, and a Bangor police officer walked in, and handed us a flier with the following picture on it:
A few hours earlier, a man had tried crossing the border into the United States from Canada with a chainsaw that was covered in something dark red and sticky.....he was held for a time, but without any warrants, and not knowing just what the "something" was, they let him pass. Granted he was on foot, but apparently that's not enough to hold someone.
The border patrol received a call some time later from Canadian officials looking for a man who had recently killed a couple then fled. He was thought to be deranged and very dangerous.
The officer told me that he didn't think this guy would stop at a nice, expensive hotel like ours, but to keep an eye out "just in case." Great.
A few days later, he was apprehended in Boston, somehow making it through most of New England before someone saw him and perhaps said "hey, you see that crazy looking guy covered in blood and hitching a ride? Maybe we should call the police?"
From the AP:
"On April 25 (2005), Gregory Despres arrived at the U.S.-Canadian border crossing at Calais, Maine, carrying a homemade sword, a hatchet, a knife, brass knuckles and a chain saw stained with what appeared to be blood. U.S. customs agents confiscated the weapons and fingerprinted Despres.
Then they let him into the United States.
The following day, a gruesome scene was discovered in Despres’ hometown of Minto, New Brunswick: The decapitated body of a 74-year-old country musician named Frederick Fulton was found on his kitchen floor. The man’s head was in a pillow case under a kitchen table. His common-law wife was discovered stabbed to death in a bedroom."
“Nobody asked us to detain him,” Anthony said. “Being bizarre is not a reason to keep somebody out of this country or lock them up. ... We are governed by laws and regulations, and he did not violate any regulations.”
Well, maybe it's just as well 'being bizarre' isn't a crime, much of the country would have to be locked-up "Escape from New York" style.
One night, my wife to be and I were hanging-out in the breakfast area, in that sweet-spot after all the formal night-audit functions had been complete, but before all the breakfast functions had to be begun. The front door opened, and a Bangor police officer walked in, and handed us a flier with the following picture on it:
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| it was scarier in black and white and poorly photocopied |
A few hours earlier, a man had tried crossing the border into the United States from Canada with a chainsaw that was covered in something dark red and sticky.....he was held for a time, but without any warrants, and not knowing just what the "something" was, they let him pass. Granted he was on foot, but apparently that's not enough to hold someone.
The border patrol received a call some time later from Canadian officials looking for a man who had recently killed a couple then fled. He was thought to be deranged and very dangerous.
The officer told me that he didn't think this guy would stop at a nice, expensive hotel like ours, but to keep an eye out "just in case." Great.
A few days later, he was apprehended in Boston, somehow making it through most of New England before someone saw him and perhaps said "hey, you see that crazy looking guy covered in blood and hitching a ride? Maybe we should call the police?"
From the AP:
"On April 25 (2005), Gregory Despres arrived at the U.S.-Canadian border crossing at Calais, Maine, carrying a homemade sword, a hatchet, a knife, brass knuckles and a chain saw stained with what appeared to be blood. U.S. customs agents confiscated the weapons and fingerprinted Despres.
Then they let him into the United States.
The following day, a gruesome scene was discovered in Despres’ hometown of Minto, New Brunswick: The decapitated body of a 74-year-old country musician named Frederick Fulton was found on his kitchen floor. The man’s head was in a pillow case under a kitchen table. His common-law wife was discovered stabbed to death in a bedroom."
“Nobody asked us to detain him,” Anthony said. “Being bizarre is not a reason to keep somebody out of this country or lock them up. ... We are governed by laws and regulations, and he did not violate any regulations.”
Well, maybe it's just as well 'being bizarre' isn't a crime, much of the country would have to be locked-up "Escape from New York" style.
The Headless Guest
Another from the hotel:
One morning, just before I was scheduled to leave, a couple of my fellow employees that had just arrived came bolting down the stairs, ran up to me and whispered "ERIC! We think there's a DEAD BODY upstairs, and it DOESN'T HAVE A HEAD!!"
I was of course skeptical. So as non-chalantly as I could, I walked casually to the stairwell, climbed the stairs, and entered the second floor hallway, where indeed, there was a body lying on the floor, feet-first, so that I could not see a head.
"Huh" I thought to myself. I walked down the hallway, where I confirmed that indeed, the guest still had his head, there was no bleeding, and he was in fact still breathing. I tapped at his feet with my own, he woke up, and mumbled something about not being able to get into his room the night before, and decided to just sleep in the hallway. Yes, apparently it is indeed possible to be that drunk. I checked his room key, and found that he was indeed at the correct door, but on the wrong floor. I escorted him up to the third floor, and got him back into his room.
My colleagues, I suspect, built each other up around the possibility that something may have happened other than a simple drunk falling asleep in the hallway, as alone I'm pretty sure neither would have jumped to "murdered guest" on their own. We had a good laugh about it anyway.
One morning, just before I was scheduled to leave, a couple of my fellow employees that had just arrived came bolting down the stairs, ran up to me and whispered "ERIC! We think there's a DEAD BODY upstairs, and it DOESN'T HAVE A HEAD!!"
I was of course skeptical. So as non-chalantly as I could, I walked casually to the stairwell, climbed the stairs, and entered the second floor hallway, where indeed, there was a body lying on the floor, feet-first, so that I could not see a head.
"Huh" I thought to myself. I walked down the hallway, where I confirmed that indeed, the guest still had his head, there was no bleeding, and he was in fact still breathing. I tapped at his feet with my own, he woke up, and mumbled something about not being able to get into his room the night before, and decided to just sleep in the hallway. Yes, apparently it is indeed possible to be that drunk. I checked his room key, and found that he was indeed at the correct door, but on the wrong floor. I escorted him up to the third floor, and got him back into his room.
My colleagues, I suspect, built each other up around the possibility that something may have happened other than a simple drunk falling asleep in the hallway, as alone I'm pretty sure neither would have jumped to "murdered guest" on their own. We had a good laugh about it anyway.
Unfrozen Caveman Lawyer
Decided that I'd start posting some of my more "colorful" stories from my life in hospitality, back when I worked in hotels.
One night, I had a guest that to this day I refer to as "Drunken Caveman Lawyer" in homage to the character played by Phil Hartman. After watching this clip, I realize how true the similarity was, and that I didn't even need to change the name. Fast forward to the end of the clip, and substitute the airplane cabin with a hotel lobby, and you will know half the story.
One night, I came to work to find that there was a bit of a party going-on in the breakfast area. The previous shift had given their permission for a family to have a small gathering there, serving alcohol. A few minutes after they left, the guests came to the desk with fresh margaritas for their hosts. Turning them down and insisting that the previous shift could not have imbibed either, they went about their 'business' with a note that they would have to leave a couple hours later. We did not have a liquor license, and I did not want other guests complaining about a drunken party in our lobby.
By 1 a.m. as agreed, I asked them to return to their rooms, where they could continue drinking, but unfortunately couldn't allow them to do so in the lobby after that time. Everyone complied, except one person, Drunken Caveman Lawyer. He told me he "knew his rights" and that I couldn't kick him out, "I'll sue! I'm a LAWYER! You can't do this to me!". Loud, obnoxious, and wasted, I warned him that he would either have to return to his room, or I would have to call the police. He was pretty irate, belligerent, and I called the police. "I can't believe you're doing this!" he yelled as I was on the phone. By the time the Bangor PD arrived, he had disappeared, along with his threats. Shortly after making the call to the PD, I called my manager, as at the time I had not achieved management status and was asked that any time I called the police, my supervisor was to be notified immediately. He arrived, and we were talking, when the guest (for the fifth time mind you) walked past me, and out to his car and back, saying "ASSHOLE!" each time he walked past. My supervisor's jaw dropped, "I can't believe he said that!". "He's been doing it for the last half hour." I replied, and simply smiled and said "Goodnight" to Mr. Drunken Caveman Lawyer as he went back to his room, again. Presumably, he sobered up and thought differently of his actions, and not a word was said by anyone in the family at checkout that next morning.
One night, I had a guest that to this day I refer to as "Drunken Caveman Lawyer" in homage to the character played by Phil Hartman. After watching this clip, I realize how true the similarity was, and that I didn't even need to change the name. Fast forward to the end of the clip, and substitute the airplane cabin with a hotel lobby, and you will know half the story.
By 1 a.m. as agreed, I asked them to return to their rooms, where they could continue drinking, but unfortunately couldn't allow them to do so in the lobby after that time. Everyone complied, except one person, Drunken Caveman Lawyer. He told me he "knew his rights" and that I couldn't kick him out, "I'll sue! I'm a LAWYER! You can't do this to me!". Loud, obnoxious, and wasted, I warned him that he would either have to return to his room, or I would have to call the police. He was pretty irate, belligerent, and I called the police. "I can't believe you're doing this!" he yelled as I was on the phone. By the time the Bangor PD arrived, he had disappeared, along with his threats. Shortly after making the call to the PD, I called my manager, as at the time I had not achieved management status and was asked that any time I called the police, my supervisor was to be notified immediately. He arrived, and we were talking, when the guest (for the fifth time mind you) walked past me, and out to his car and back, saying "ASSHOLE!" each time he walked past. My supervisor's jaw dropped, "I can't believe he said that!". "He's been doing it for the last half hour." I replied, and simply smiled and said "Goodnight" to Mr. Drunken Caveman Lawyer as he went back to his room, again. Presumably, he sobered up and thought differently of his actions, and not a word was said by anyone in the family at checkout that next morning.
Saturday, May 4, 2013
Today's Theories
Was watching some Dark Matters: Twisted but True and had some thoughts about the stories they presented.
Its my contention that the US government has been experimenting with UFO technology (and not necessarily alien technology), for decades, but finally gave up on it after realizing that the cost-benefit analysis of it simply doesn't justify the expenditure.
For instance, I was reading how the Chinese are planning to test a craft powered in a unique way, utilizing quantum principles in an environment with a certain shape (a shape which ha ha looks a bit like the classic 'flying saucer'). NASA basically shrugged their shoulders and said "it doesn't work." Really? And you know this....how exactly?
One of the DM:TbT stories had to do with a Nazi experiment using very high spinning wheels to create a force in opposition to gravity. I had such an idea myself back in high school when thinking about spinning tops/gyroscopes and the classic 'bicycle wheel' experiments. I remember (again) reading something that in a more recent college experiment, researchers had been able to lower the weight of an object as it increased it rotational speed.
The problem with both ideas is simple: fuel economy. Just how much fuel are you burning in a 'flying saucer' to maintain altitude, vs. a helicopter?
In a vacuum of course, the situation changes. Blades, turbines won't move a vehicle, or at least not in the correct direction. In space, with the advance of fusion technology and perhaps even antimatter reactions, one could generate enough energy to make these technologies useful. But here on Earth, not so much.
Another idea I had some time ago was that the infamous "Area 51" was experimenting with propulsion that had been banned via international treaty. Imagine a plane that never needs refueling, sounds good for the military. Now let's say its powered by nuclear fuel. That's bad, very very bad.
Solves the "why is it so secretive?" question, as well as the "why is the area so toxic?" questions. You need a place to house the materials and waste. What better place than in the heart of H-bomb territory?
Its my contention that the US government has been experimenting with UFO technology (and not necessarily alien technology), for decades, but finally gave up on it after realizing that the cost-benefit analysis of it simply doesn't justify the expenditure.
For instance, I was reading how the Chinese are planning to test a craft powered in a unique way, utilizing quantum principles in an environment with a certain shape (a shape which ha ha looks a bit like the classic 'flying saucer'). NASA basically shrugged their shoulders and said "it doesn't work." Really? And you know this....how exactly?
One of the DM:TbT stories had to do with a Nazi experiment using very high spinning wheels to create a force in opposition to gravity. I had such an idea myself back in high school when thinking about spinning tops/gyroscopes and the classic 'bicycle wheel' experiments. I remember (again) reading something that in a more recent college experiment, researchers had been able to lower the weight of an object as it increased it rotational speed.
The problem with both ideas is simple: fuel economy. Just how much fuel are you burning in a 'flying saucer' to maintain altitude, vs. a helicopter?
In a vacuum of course, the situation changes. Blades, turbines won't move a vehicle, or at least not in the correct direction. In space, with the advance of fusion technology and perhaps even antimatter reactions, one could generate enough energy to make these technologies useful. But here on Earth, not so much.
Another idea I had some time ago was that the infamous "Area 51" was experimenting with propulsion that had been banned via international treaty. Imagine a plane that never needs refueling, sounds good for the military. Now let's say its powered by nuclear fuel. That's bad, very very bad.
Solves the "why is it so secretive?" question, as well as the "why is the area so toxic?" questions. You need a place to house the materials and waste. What better place than in the heart of H-bomb territory?
Friday, May 3, 2013
Tiger People
Posted originally to my FB account yesterday:
Had
a weird dream last night that scientists had decided that the best way
to save endangered species was to genetically engineer their progeny to
be smarter so they'd have a better chance at survival; with larger
species, they could even make them people-smart. Tigers even learned how
to talk and took over boardrooms, and everyone wanted to sleep with
them. Maybe I've been watching too much Mad Men?
Daydream
this afternoon: a conversation in Manhattan...."What am I going to do
with a Penthouse, Bert? You think the neighbors are going to want to
share an elevator with me? Besides, I'd much rather have a ranch in
Montana." "Montana?" "Yea, I could raise
buffalo, maybe antelope. It would be nice to get back into the predator
thing." "You're from Siberia, antelope are from Africa. Are you sure
you could even catch one? You couldn't even land the Purdue account last
week, and they were just chickens." "Don't make me eat you Bert."
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