Commentary by Michael Wade on Leadership, Ethics, Management, and Life
Thursday, February 16, 2012
At seven o'clock on a cold April morning we are sitting in Phil's kitchen drinking coffee. There is a wind up, jerking at hanging laundry like an Indian wrestler and meowing around the corners of the building. The sky is gray as a dirty handkerchief. I say, "It'll clear up. It always does. April mornings are very deceptive."