Work in a different era
I only found my client's new office by stumbling into a completely wrong office about 4 blocks away. But they knew him and gave me directions. "Just past the auto body shop... by the Citgo."
Nice sandwich. Nice chatting. Nice business. It just felt like a different time. A different speed.
Probably all other times had their stresses similar to today. But that day I felt like I got a little peek into a world which felt similar to the impressions I have about the past. Which, I'm sure, come largely through old movies. The movies undoubtedly were inaccurate. Folks then may not have lived in something quite so nice. But they must have thought the idea was nice. Sure, we don't live in Bedford Falls, but I think part of us, well, me anyway, might like to.
Sappy? Sure. But if sappy ends up meaning a generally peaceful, kind lifestyle where you enjoy people rather than interact with clients, then sappy seems OK to me.
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Ken Martin ·
Of course, if I had belonged to a bygone era, between my allergies and asthma I'd probably have died young. Raining on my own parade.