What does it take to impart knowledge to one who knows it all? Or at least thinks he does. A whack with a two-by-four on the back of the head, or a kick in the pants?
Take it from the “know it all,” it took all of the above, and then some.
As I look back, I can’t believe I did what I did. It took 42 months and more before I was cured.
I know better now.
For the last 30 years of my working life, I was a salesman and a sales manager for a large industrial supply company. We sold tools and hardware for the repair and maintenance of facilities and equipment.
Our “clients” or customers, encompassed everything from school districts for their transportation fleets and building repairs, to the biotech departments of hospitals.
One of my customers was a British gentleman named Desmond. Des was the chief engineer on the Texas A&M Maritime research vessel (ship). He was also a collector of classic British cars. He even owned an old Aston Martin — the early James Bond…