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I am old now with achy breaky arthritic joints to bare witness. I was young then with ambition to succeed in business.
I joined a professional business organization and soon attended a far away convention thinking, "WELL, isn't THIS cool." I felt like I could hear the swelling of a French horn chorus.
This, after I made arrangements for my children and spouse to have meals, money and tranportations. I packed a suitcase, loaded the car with three passengers plus luggage and drove all day.
The hotel's inside space was open to the roof with glass elevators moving smoothly and quietly along the interior walls, making my heart rate and perspiration rise with it.
Before the glass capsule went two floors it stopped, the door opened and standing there were the tallest people I had ever seen. These guys entered our elevator looking at us like we looked at them. No talk.
My head measured to just above their beltline. As the elevator stopped at their floor, one said, "We are basketball players with the Celtics playing here tonight. Would you ladies like to come to our party after the game?"
We laughingly declined, in a southern way.