You're not having an acid flashback, but you are, after a brief interruption, having Corporate Hallucinations again. Brought to you, of course, by my old pal Steve Crescenzo, who's not with Ragan Communications anymore but who is, thankfully, still with all of us. Bookmark his new blog.
(Less heroic is my own return, from a wild motorcycle ride through Dixie. Once I dig out—I've sent 60 e-mails today and counting; Jesus!—I'll write an account.)
60 emails? Is that all? What kinda slacker have you been Murray? Myself, I need to send 60 emails in an average Monday morning here in the corporate world! (I’m kidding, but only by a slight margin)
Welcome back David. Looking forward to hearing about your latest adventure when you get caught up.
Thanks, David . . . I now we share a lot of the same readers, who might have been wondering where the hell I’d gotten to.
Can’t wait to hear about your motorsickle adventures.
Steve C.
Motorsickle? My dad (who would be 95) used to say that! How old are you, Crescenzo?
With everyone leaving Ragan, I wonder if there are any openings for me!
David, thanks for clearing up the mystery of Steve’s disappearing blog. I noticed it had vanished from Ragan (yes, I actually spent some time, several times, poking around their various sites trying to track him down).
I’m glad you’re back. I missed you.
Diane:
I’m 41, going on 96, it would seem.
God, it happens fast.
Steve C.
I love that old Arlo Guthrie song, which goes:
I don’t want a pickle,
Just wanna ride on my motorsickle.
I don’t wanna die,
Just wanna ride on my motor-sigh….kle.