



I have lunch with the director of manufacturing at MVP, a division of Morris Communications, in this great local restaurant serving hearty, simple fare like this "Fried Smothered Pork Chop" (I know it sounds cruel but the pork chop is really happy in the end)
My client laughs when I tell him how I tried to get an appointment to see Augusta National. "No one gets in there without being invited" he says. "But I don't want to play golf!" I complain "I just want to discuss printing! And besides - the guy I spoke to was so nice I was sure he would see me." Which shows how clueless I am because 1) this is the South and it is kind of a professional obligation to be courteous (ie opposite of New York City), and 2) this goes double if you are associated with Augusta National. "If someone gets invited to Augusta National and they piss other members or guests off and have to be escorted out - not only is that person put on a blackball list, and never allowed on the grounds again. The person who allowed him to come onto the property in the first place is ALSO put on the blackball list and never allowed back again!"
Who amongst your friends could you trust with such responsibility? Could you trust yourself - or would the pressure to behave so flawlessly bear down upon you with such force that inevitably you would be compelled to have too many martinis, or dress inappropriately, or get into a shouting match with a complete stranger?
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