A friend turns a year older tomorrow. No party, exactly. He’s going to sit at a pub for a stretch of the afternoon and let friends wander in if they feel like it. Come for one drink, come for three, don’t come — all fine. This has the feeling of a tide pool to me:…
The first time I watched thousands of enterprise salespeople stand up and sing “Sweet Caroline,” I remember thinking: this makes little sense. These were serious people responsible for serious revenue. They were not at a neighborhood bar or a ballgame. They were at a corporate event. And yet the pianist hit the opening chords, arms…