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{ Friday, December 10, 2004 }

Living the American Dream

I haven't been posting that much because I keep having days like yesterday where we were up at 5 and on a plane at 7 and then had meetings back to back all day, up and down the dreadful 101, and the traffic unbelievable, including our last meeting of the day, which, since it was 11 PM, took place at the Santa Clara Denny's, and then fell asleep at the Ramada Limited -- a motel so Limited, in fact, that they didn't provide a blanket, just a sheet and the bedspread, and a pillow of the same thickness, then up bright and early to try to get through the email so we could get to the first meeting and do it all over again today.

LINK | 8:53 PM | TB

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