I took a quick round-trip from San Diego to Baltimore to spend the afternoon with 75 directors from Northrop Grumman (who, by the way, were a wonderful, energetic and attentive bunch–even at the tail end of a 3-day conference). My travel schedule is heating up again and really kicks in after labor day. I think, however, that a good chunk of my brain is still at the beach.
Therefore…in one final note of Mission Beach nostalgia, here’s one more pic from my mini vacation…
…and corresponding excerpt from The Radical Leap:
All signs pointed to the fact that I deserved a big steak. That’s why I soon found myself sitting in a small booth at Saska’s Steakhouse, a Mission Beach landmark since God created cows. I looked around the small, dark dining room as I chewed on a tender piece of something that had once chewed its cud. The Christmas lights, which are a year-round fixture at Saska’s, sparkled from beam to beam. My gaze traced a pathway starting at a brass-framed mirror, moving down the glittered wall to an indiscernible velvet painting, jumping over a couple of booths, and landing, finally, on the small, flickering candle flame cupped in a red jar in the middle of my table.
(From page 93 of The Radical Leap)