This morning, my soon-to-be creative director, Bob Heron, called me at the office to discuss a few logistics of the move.
In the middle of the conversation, he interrupted himself to tell me that he just learned the French word for a train's sleeper car is sabot. And that during railroad strikes, those who would go out and dismantle the railroads so the trains couldn't run came to be known as saboteurs.
He apologized for the etymological non sequitur. But it just made me realized how much I'm going to enjoy working for Bob.
7th Annual Writing Workshop in Zurich
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