UNCONVENTIONAL THINKING BLOG

In conversations over lunch, in media interviews, in discussions with so many with whom I come in contact over the course of a business day, I find myself–for the first time in my life– having to defend America.

Everything beautiful is inconsistent.

The first time I set my eyes on the lady from Madrid, she was, I believed, just the latest of a long line of celluloid sirens who waltz through our lives, light up the silver screen, fade from the headlines and surface again as aged queens of joint relief infomercials.

I was light years off base.