Some Lunch meetings arrive politely, take a seat, and unfold in an orderly fashion. This was not one of them. This one clattered in wearing muddy shoes, carrying a giant water bottle, muttering about life choices, and shouting “Doodle Horse!” like it had just discovered the meaning of existence in a stationery cupboard. And somehow,…
There are meetings, and then there are Lunch with Janita & Frank meetings—the sort that begin with rain clouds, sleepy greetings, and the immediate possibility that absolutely nothing will go according to plan. This one had all the right ingredients: Rosie arriving with soft rainy-day energy from Brazil, Frank in full mischievous mayor mode from…
Some lunch conversations begin with big philosophical questions. Others begin with back pain. This one began with Rosie trying to sit comfortably. “Hello Rosie. Can you hear me?”“Yes… I can hear you now.” And just like that, the table was set. The Morning Begins (Whether We Like It or Not) Rosie arrived with a brave…
