Integrity is the parent of Trust and having friends that you trust is one of life’s great riches. (Indeed, isn’t a friend, by definition, someone you trust?) Anyway, nearly 30 years ago I met this great Californian, Dan G., at a dealer meeting being held by Commodore Business Machines in New Jersey where their headquarters used to be. I was giving a sales pitch extolling the virtues of my word processing program that Commodore had agreed to market through their dealer network. I used the word “‘fortnight” which every good Englishman will know means two weeks. Dan interrupted me by calling out, “Hey Handover, what’s a fortnight?” The rest of the talk seemed to descend into a very funny expose of all the differences between our two versions of the English language. George Bernard Shaw is attributed as describing the Americans and the English as ‘two nations divided by a common language‘ which seems to me a very apt observation.
Anyway, this is a complete digression to the point of this posting. In my email box this morning is a most beautiful description of Dan coming across Bighorn Sheep. I can do no better than to reproduce it in full.
