The Union Oyster House I spent most of Sunday afternoon patiently waiting at toll plaza backups on I-95 coming back south from Maine. I go in right around cocktail hour, returned the vehicle undamaged and was on foot again. I asked my room-mate if he wanted to pencil in a trip downtown before we left, […]

Week Two �This place is an analogy of America� I shouted over the din. �It is busy for ten hours straight. It is an assembly line. The burgers fly off the grill and onto the plates. The wait-staff then shovels the plates to the people who come through the door in an endless line.� The […]

The Green Monster The Red Sox got shelled last night at Fenway Park, 8 to 1,  and our class was there to see it. The A�s had their number. All the BOSOX production came in the first inning, couple hits, one meager run. The next eight went unanswered to the guys in the green and […]

Hump Day Back in Washington my spies tell me it is a Code Red Day, 105 degrees on the heat index, one of those days that sucks the life out of the city and turns that energy into looming thunderclouds in the late afternoon. Monday we had our usual three 90-minute case studies. The first […]

Sunday morning laundry melted inexorably into Sunday morning study. By the time Monday and Wednesday�s case lay strewn around me in wreckage my eyes hurt. Not unexpected perhaps, since one of the cases tomorrow deals with charity eye-surgery in Tamil Nadu, India. It lies across the channel from the gentle island of Ceylon, now known […]

My room-mate Loren had his wife and a friend over last night so there was general confusion in the residence and Mr. Wu our Chinese roomate (Taiwan) ghosted in and out. It was good to hear women’s voices breaking the normal silence of this apartment. I am a little homesick, and a little fuzzy this […]

The Saturday regimen was brutal, as I mentioned earlier. I was mildly hung over, but gamely stayed in the fight and I had done the readings and contributed in class. The problem my hobby of trying to document this $9,800 investment of the taxpayers. I think I am giving it a game fight on all […]

Thursday in Cambridge was sunny and hot. The humidity is back here on the Charles and people are exercising early. Bikes are flying, women are jogging and rowers are pulling hard on their oars before it gets too hot. The Kennedy school is taking an infusion of new students in another mid-career management seminar. Our […]

(let�s get) Get Ready for School This is a big day, a traveling day. This morning my flotsam and jetsam were strewn around me. Garment bag, duffle, briefcase. Packing for three weeks is an undertaking of no small order. I had my little list. Some of it I accomplished. I triaged the bills that will […]

20 December 2002   Sticks and Stones   I am in an African frame of mind this morning, a cold mist outside my window and a long drive to come just after dawn. I had the best time talking to my friend from the Agency for International Development at the bar last night. He is […]