Got a call from my son tonight at 8 p.m. He’s standing in line for the midnight opening of Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of the Sith. This being Wednesday, the first words out of my mouth were “Have you done your homework?” Of course, I immediately regretted that blurt—he is in his second year of college—and I don’t remember my parents asking me that question when I was 20. He was there with some buddies five hours early, and there were already a hundred people ahead of them. I can hear the group electricity over his cellphone.
When he called, I was on the train heading home. Meetings on Section 404 (Sarbanes-Oxley), our regulators’ blunderbuss attempt to prevent future Enrons, started at 8:30 and ended at 5:30, but there were seven voicemail and a dozen e-mail messages that needed a response before I left.
Quickly composed, pithy phrases with action verbs. OK to be humorous but not sarcastic. Get your point across and don’t wander. Everything this blog is not.
Tuna grinder, toasted, from the Subway at the train station. Foggy, drizzly evening. Crispy cucumbers and onions. Tried to do work on the computer but started playing solitaire. Can’t keep my eyes open. Wish I could see Star Wars tonight.
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