One of my daughters recently had a second-grade friend of hers over to the house for a play date. My wife, Jeannette, was down on the first floor, while the two girls were up in our attic playroom. Suddenly, Jeannette heard screams of terror from the visiting friend. She ran upstairs, fearing the worst.
“What happened?” my wife asked.
The girl could barely talk. She struggled to say, “Something terrible … something terrible…”
“What terrible thing?” my wife asked.
Still hyperventilating, the little girl led my wife out of the playroom and down the hall to another room, then threw open the door. “Something terrible happened. Maybe a tornado. It is really bad. Really bad!”
The room was a disaster area, papers strewn everywhere. It looked it had been ransacked in a robbery.
“It’s okay,” my wife comforted her. “That’s just the way my husband likes his office to be.”


Some work from files, some work from piles. I think we are now seeing the true Levitt. What is the purpose of that Sumo wrestler?
Some work from files, some work from piles. I think we are now seeing the true Levitt. What is the purpose of that Sumo wrestler?
That’s no way to treat 1o year old scotch…pick up that bottle of Glenmorangie immediately! The Sumo statue is pretty sweet though.
That’s no way to treat 1o year old scotch…pick up that bottle of Glenmorangie immediately! The Sumo statue is pretty sweet though.
This makes me feel much better
This makes me feel much better
Ah, excellent. I employ a similar “organizational” style.
Here’s a link to an article I have printed out, hanging in my office. You may find it, as I do, reassuring…
http://findarticles.com/p/articles/mi_zdext/is_200703/ai_n19422856
Ah, excellent. I employ a similar “organizational” style.
Here’s a link to an article I have printed out, hanging in my office. You may find it, as I do, reassuring…
http://findarticles.com/p/articles/mi_zdext/is_200703/ai_n19422856