Still summer. And WAC? is now here in Laguna Beach, California, in an undisclosed B&B for limousine liberals, and other flakes I generally like, thinking of becoming a Republican, and wondering how the other 99% live. I will be joined by the exotic, talented and highly difficult Ms. Ellen, having for weeks planned her escape from The Palisades, and from her children. But WAC? never closes. Summer is also time for tool-sharpening–or becoming a different and “improved” human and problem solver. No resting on your laurels, if you have any. If you need to rest that much, like all summer, consider a move to Europe.
Anyway, ever wonder if you are missing the obvious? The really important? Seeing problems at work or in life is kind of like looking at my hopelessly demented cat “JD”. In JD, I can see another randy