I was standing in one of those modernistic telephone booths at Kennedy International Airport. A few feet away stood Charlie Stein with a beautiful girl.
Charlie is president of the Lord Hardwick Corporation. He always has a beautiful girl at his side. And he seems to take special delight in introducing me to the girls and praising me in such a way that it somehow makes him more important because he knows me!
There are usually no dividends for me in this upmanship, but today was no usual day. For, unseen by all of us, was another beautiful girl. She was invisible, and she stood nearby. Call her Lady Luck or call her Dame Circumstance.
Thus, for the first time, Charlie’s use of me proved useful to me. For it prompted ...