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Someone Called Me Names

Someone called me a flâneur last week. I thanked her, because that seemed like the right thing to do. Then I went home and looked it up.

Spilled Water, Sharp Wit, and a Lesson in Leadership

A spilled glass. A damp strategy plan. And a CEO who cracked a line that lit up the room. A story about humour, leadership, and the gold in the cracks.

Who moved my lottery ?!?