Congratulations Dear
The Greenfields County Club dining room looked just as I remembered it twenty years ago. A few improvements and changes, but nothing radical.
"John! Over here." Don Wilson was waving to me from a small table by the window, overlooking the first green.
We exchanged the usual greetings and got settled in.
"So, John, what brings you back home after such a long time?"
"Nothing in particular. The wife and I just decided that we were ready for a change after both kids started college. We weren't old enough for Florida, so we thought we would spend a few years at home. We are just renting for the time being."
"Are you working?"
"Yeah! Actually, I am still with Sanders Chemical. I was able to swing a transfer back. It is almost like I never left. Sharon got a secretarial job with a local company. Yourself?"
"Still selling Chevy's. I can't imagine doing anything else. For some reason, I feel like I found my calling. When you feel like trading give me a call."
"Hey! No fair. You are not allowed to do business at lunch."
Our meals came and we continued to chat about family, kids and old friends. It was light and comfortable. It was good to be back.
As we were finishing up, Don motioned across the room toward a couple that had just come in.
"That's a new addition to the community. I am sure you will be meeting him around soon. That is B.J. Stryker and his wife Rose."
The name sounded familiar. "What is his claim to fame?"
"He is the marketing VP over at Gilbert Industrial." Now I knew why the name sounded so familiar.
Don took a sip of coffee and continued. "Stryker is a HR nightmare. Everybody is just waiting for the axe to drop"
"Okay, Don. Get to it. What are you trying to say?"