A couple of hours in the river today
Celebrating DJ’s 50th on Lake Lanier
Somebody is already at his table with his drink
Pardon my French!
I was talking to this executive the other day who I had just met for the first time. In an animated moment while expounding his background, he said “Pardon my French” and then proceeded to utter some English invectives. I think he proceeded to ramble on further to justify his position… but my mind had drifted away somewhere else..
My mind endeavored in exploring questions of far reaching import. For example…
Why do we say “Pardon my French” and immediately follow through with words that are clearly English?
In fact, I reckoned as I was packing up my thoughts to come back to the present moment, if you ever said “Pardon my French” and actually used French words after that, given my French, I would have absolutely no idea whether to extend you that sought after pardon at all!!
Brought out the Noble Tree coffee beans that we recently got from St. Lucia
Shot of downtown Alpharetta fountain as the sun set…
Harvey !!
I first ran into Harvey in 1994. I had been transferred by Citibank to Dallas from Florida. That was April of 1994. A few months later, a few fresh Texas A&M folks joined our group. That is when I met Harvey first – August 1994 – in the Citibank campus in Westlake, Texas.
A couple of years later, I left Citibank for i2 and soon, Harvey came over too. Eventually, they moved to Austin and we to Atlanta.
While I had not seen Bing for probably 25 years, I did get to meet Harvey about 10 years back when a few ex-i2ers got together in Austin. (I was visiting then).
Harvey and Bing is visiting Atlanta and swung by yesterday. We had a great time talking about our old friends, the good old times and life as empty nesters now!