THE RED BUTTON

Once upon a time, about ten thousand years ago--or so it seems, Phil and I were in a meeting with a head hunter in San Francisco. He was trying to convince us that Phil needed his service and he used the analogy of selling me a new clothes dryer.


"No thanks, I love my dryer," I said.


He extolled the new dryer's wonderful features. I was unconvinced. And then he said, "It has a red button."

"A red button?"

"Yes, a red button."

"What does it do?" I asked.

"Well, when the clothes are dry," he paused. I leaned forward in my chair. "You hit the red button and it folds the clothes for you."

"I'll buy it!" I said.



So, since I am still languishing in a pale and coughing sort of way, and have nothing of any interest at all to write about I am going to give you a red button.

What will your red button do?