Watch the Morning News With Me
The Courtyard by Marriott just off the airport here in Detroit is a delightful spot to wait for my adventure to begin. Everyone is friendly, my breakfast was included in the (very good) price for the room, and I got to sit in a little alcove, all by myself, watching my own little television. I never watch tv during breakfast. I read Dear Abby and the comics and I watch the hot air balloons out my window. I don't want someone else to set my agenda. That will happen soon enough, as the day progresses. In the morning, first thing, I am my own person. I'm not grumpy, I'm in charge. But here, on a business trip the details of which will be shared as soon as they are un-embargoed, with my fellow travelers hunched over laptops and smartphones or sharing sales reports at the surrounding tables, my little slice of heaven includes a tv set tuned to CNN's morning report. The sound is turned down, but there are so many words on the screen the voices are...