I recently took an HR leadership training, where I learned the three key rules of leadership:
How would that translate to the presidency? I asked Enrique to explore, back before Hillary’s crushing defeat. Here’s what he wrote…
A few weeks back, I blogged about my Sunday with Pickle and Spiderman, and how Spiderman had sent me home with some very thoughtful presents: homemade herbal ointments and a nice bud of weed.
“It was the sweetest gift of all time,” I wrote. “Until two days later.”
That’s when I received his email.
Spiderman had read my blog in its entirety. Something nobody has really done. Not my close friends. Not my parents. Mr. D reads each post, but even his expertise in IT business analysis hasn’t translated to Google Analytics for my site. And as a pothead with killer business acumen, he hasn’t looked into cultivating potential ad revenue. (But I’m not mad. I am anxiously looking forward to fasting for your health and well-being this Wednesday, Oct. 19, on the fourth day of the waning moon. You are the great love of my life, and I hope our love may be forever blessed by the heavens above. By the sun, the stars, and the moon.)
The moon is crucial. Spiderman knows. In an email entitled, “Here goes haha,” this is what he wrote:
Every few months, I take a vacation to day-drink in Philly with one of my most favorite people in the world. And every time we meet, I bring up the tub incident (correction, the tuuuuuub incident)… just to hear him re-tell one of my favorite stories in the world.
So thank you, E, for sharing this precious, glorious gem.
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By ELS
In his poem “Mending Wall,” Robert Frost said “Good fences make good neighbors.” This truth has resonated in me through many years of living around people, and while it makes the most literal sense in the deep woods of rural Maine, I live in South Philly and share a breezeway with a crackhead. I’m just saying, the rules aren’t necessarily followed.