A Timely Remark
Monday, May 19th, 2008Well it was about two years ago that I got to kiss Harlo outside a bar in Manhattan. I think the bar was called the Pink Cake, or the Cake Repair Shop, or something unmemorable. Certainly, I remember being there for a fraction of a second and then leaving, unimpressed.
Since then, everything has gone right, mostly because Harlo is at my side. Leaving the Finance Industry, leaving New York (we will return, though!), leaving the Customer Service Industry, leaving all my operational and strategic doubt behind has been easy because I know Harlo will support and indulge every move I believe is Right. I can only hope that I am doing the same, at the same level, for her.
I shot Harlo in the woods and she has a circular scar. We have spat at each other with mouths full of summer water. We have compared puppies and stickers and arrived at a consensus for each. We are winning the strangest game. We are growing together—head, hair, teeth all stronger and sharper. Our sound is fierce and focused. We are in lockstep, loving competition and I can’t get enough of it.
