I never get the last word. Living with a seventeen year-old daughter gives me little opportunity. Even my dog, a female minpin, won't let me have the last word. I say "Get out of the laundry basket" she gets out and then gives me a barkish groan. I say "And don't let me catch you in there again". She looks back and gives a barkish groan. "Don't say another word", I say. She gets to the end of the hall and, you guessed it, a barkish groan.
Having some knowledge of how corporate America thinks, I'm going to come out with a prediction. The CEO's, CFO's and all the other O's which make up the multi-departmental organization which is T.K. Inc. may be feeling a little vulnerable. They might think "We are all making a good living riding this single horse. What if our horse breaks his leg?"
I think what will come next is a protege, a young phenom. A discovered, anointed person who will become part of a very small T.K. stable of inspirational artists.
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Mike McCarty
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