Our ad agency had a very attractive receptionist. Actually, we had a series of very attractive receptionists. Call us shallow, but advertising is supposed to be a glamorous business and nothing says glamour better than being greeted by a beautiful woman. (No, I don’t buy into today’s politically-correct bullshit that says fat and ugly is just as good as athletic and gorgeous.) One day this particular receptionist came into my office and shut the door behind her. ”Can I ask for your advice about something?” she asked. Of course, the concept of asking me for advice about anything is relatively ludicrous, which meant this poor woman was clearly desperate. For example, we have a dear friend who lost his wonderful wife. He began dating again … Continue reading McKinney, Texas: One degree of separation from The King of Pop, Part One