I love wandering the hotel halls, listening for music, knowing that behind every door is the possibility of something new and wonderful. For now, my desk is covered in the press announcements, silent unveilings and invitations and enticements.
Among the many I received today, one stands out. A quick and simple note, in no fancy dress, lacking commas and periods and capitalization: "hope all is well" it says. "if you have a moment…
Hmmm, I did not know that.
"Vacuum tube technology is a classic electronic technology that’s not going to go away. Why abandon a technology just because it’s old?"
"Finally it was down to one leg. Still, it pulled itself forward. Tilden was ecstatic. The machine was working splendidly.
"The human in command of the exercise, however—an Army colonel—blew a fuse.
"The colonel ordered the test stopped.
"Why? asked Tilden. What's wrong?
"The colonel just could not stand the pathos of watching the burned, scarred and crippled machine…
Considering the many enthusiastic responses I've received in reference to last week's suit entry, it seems I should write about suits more often. And so: I looked up from my sturdy book to find an unusually large number of suits riding this morning's train. They surrounded me, whistled and winked at me, wagged their pinstriped fingers at me, raised their padded shoulders, flapped their skinny lapels, and laughed…