BioArggghhh…Sorry.
First, I hate these things..”class, let’s welcome ——“…given I was always the new kid…
Second, if actually interested? Ask.
Honest broker…my memory has suffered significant damage…
Once upon a way back, when networking in person was a “thing” , you needed what was called your “elevator intro”…like introduce yourself between floors in a confined space, in such a way as to be memorable. Mine was “Hi, I’m T….16 schools, 20 years, 8 states, and a year…1967-68-what a year! In Sweden. Also, Not a military brat.” (Rim shot)…
Second.
I grew up in and around small private liberal arts colleges. From outside, a variation of idyllic Americans shown in B&W family hour programs… like… Father Knows Best, My Three Sons, and Ozzie and Harriet…Lucy and Desi…
Third.
Who actually reads this?
Fourth.
If you’re with me so, thanks! Given I refuse to talk to my “tech” until it’s smarter than my dog, expressing myself in writing is my favored outlet.
Thanks.
Stay safe!Bio
