There's a little homeless guy that walks around town. At first he avoided eye contact, but I went out of my way one day to say "hi" to him. Now when we pass each other, he looks our way in at least semi-eager expectation, waiting for the friendly voice. Not that we're the only...
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I thought of the Roadies at concerts we've attended. Now those guys are Organized with a capital "O". I watched them recently as they switched equipment between bands; every person had tasks and every person performed their tasks accurately and deliberately. Each person stayed out of the way of the others. Change time between...
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Okay, time to pull my head out. I must have read this small excerpt half a dozen times before it caught my eye. I’m sure an editor or agent would have read that, rolled his or her eyes and put the manuscript back into the S.A.S.E.
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