We're ready for tomorrow's meeting. Jose eliminates some slides to
focus the presentation more on the creative concepts we've
developed for the client. Jose will open the presentation, and I'll
present our custom ideas.
10:30 p.m. Back in my hotel room, I call home. Sonya is an
interior designer, and she'll present ideas to some new clients in
a couple of days, so she's a little nervous. She likes to bounce
ideas off me. I tell her she's going to do great, and she wonders
out loud why she airs her design ideas with a man who has trouble
dressing himself without looking like he's going to a Grateful Dead
Alyssa and I discuss her less-than-acceptable report card again.
She promises to work harder on her homework and excitedly shares
today's assignment with me. I hope this new enthusiasm for
schoolwork lasts longer than a week, but anyway, it's great to see
that our talk had some impact. I wish I were there to give her a
Every time I hang up after one of these calls, Renee is the one who
cries to my wife because she misses me, so I always talk to her
last, and remind her that she needs to watch over her sister and
her mom while I'm gone.
This time, she asks me where St. Louis is, and I tell her to go
look at a map and find Missouri. I tell her it's snowing, but she
wants to know how to spell Missouri. Then I ask if she wants me to
bring her some snow, and she says, "OK, but it'll probably melt, so
make sure you get me something else that I can use. Like a coloring
book about St. Louis."
11:00 p.m. It's bittersweet to call home from the road. I
miss Sonya and the kids, but it always makes me smile to hear their
I leave the curtains open so I can see the St. Louis Arch, the snow
still coming down all around it. Where the heck am I going to get a
coloring book about St. Louis?