by russell
Back in February, my wife and I went to NOLA to visit some friends, eat some good food, and listen to music. We stayed with our friend Leo and his family. Leo's not his real name, his real name is not important. We'll just call him Leo.
Leo is a former colleague of my wife's. He's a marketing consultant, works a lot with entrepreneurs who are trying to bootstrap their mom and pop operations into something they can sell. He's a very very bright and personable guy, funny, great ideas, knows how to run a meeting, knows how to talk to a roomful of people. He has, professionally, a very good track record. He's helped make some folks very wealthy.
We've known Leo and his family for a long long time. When they come this way, they stay with us, when we go their way, we stay with them. He's kind of part of the extended russell family, and vice versa.
One night after the wives and kids went to bed, Leo and I hung out, had a couple of beers, and discussed life. Eventually, we got on the topic of the sorry state of the national economic life, and Leo told me a story.
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