It was fun. Funny/nerve-wracking thing happened: I roll into the hotel in Portland where the ceremony was taking place. I see my Dad talking to his wife and two other people, so I walk over to say "Hi". My Dad sees me and says "Dave! ['cause that's my name] Come here and say 'Hi' to David and his wife!" I walk over and "David" is my Dad's good friend and former mentor in the phone company - the guy that worked with my father and was instrumental to his becoming a VP. More specifically, David is...well, let me put it to you this way:

You've got your technicians.
You've got you 1st level managers (ME).
You've got your 2nd level managers (my boss).
You've got your 3rd level managers (my boss' boss).
Then you've got vice-presidents (David).

David can fire me any day of the week without batting an eye. Think "God among ants". So he and I are shooting the breeze and then, after the ceremony, he and I sat at the same table for lunch, continuing our discussion. At one point, he offered my brother a job in the comapny (I think he'll take it). I learned a few things:

1) It's cool to be my father's son.
2) David is a great guy to know socially. Especially if you work below him on the food chain.
3) I'll never call him "Uncle Dave".
4) When he says "smile for a picture", I'm smiling for that fucking picture.
5) Portland, Maine is a cool little city. That said, Boston is my home town.


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