May 15, 2008
Michael Junior’s mother calls to wake him up this morning. I can hear his sleepy cigarette-clogged voice talking to her from his bedroom. She wants him to do some work for her. He is negotiating for some gas money for the trip and then for some breakfast. “Some bagels would be great,” I hear him say. I am glad I taught him to negotiate. He is a natural, and it is preferable to shouting to no point. He has better negotiating skills than most board room suits I have worked with. He has just opted for a different life style.