In 2005, I took a job with a bank that relocated us from Michigan to Phoenix. In hindsight it was not a great move to have made but there is a reason it’s called ‘hindsight’. Oh well. Had we never moved to Phoenix we would never have adopted Harper.
I traveled occasionally in that job. On a trip to Des Moines I was meeting some people for dinner with whom I worked regularly by telephone but had never met in person. One of them asked one of my team members what I looked like so they’d know me when I arrived. The team member said; “think of Santa Claus“.
I immediately fired that team member (kidding), and shaved off the beard (not kidding). Of course neither of these did much to address the most significant similarity to Santa Claus…. and by that I am, of course, referring to my dancing eyes and jolly smile. Why? What were you thinking?