He was already there. When I walked in, he was checking his email. At least that’s what I presumed he was doing. He had his Blackberry in his hand. At least it looked like a Blackberry. He was scrolling. And staring at it. Engrossed, actually.
Hardly unusual these days. Do you ever see anyone without a device of some kind, in their hands? I don’t. We text in meetings. We check emails in restaurants. We walk down the street talking on the phone. God help us, we even do it while we’re driving.
So I wasn’t the least bit surprised when he never looked up. Not even for a minute. Frankly, I’m not sure he was Continue reading