This trip never happened. I was in London when Terry was in the States. He said, "It's a doozy, Tizzy. It's a doozy." I said, "Drop in. Talk to me."
He made an executive decision at the 11th hour not to--that he would be intruding.
Would that he had. At worst, it would have been another couple of hours. At best? Who knows.
To all of you out there--intrude. I love intrusively intrusive intruders. That's what we're all here for, right?
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