I Could Only Be Happier
If this Diet Coke from Jack-in-the-Box had a splash of bourbon, a mighty tang to cut Nutrasweet's thick metallic flavor. If my feet were at home, propped up on the coffee table as I lay my head in my new wife's lap, discussing houses and babies and possibilities instead of behind a computer negotiating the ins and outs of help files and documentation strategies. If the power went down, stranding a whole building's worth of machines, and the phone system, too, and all the bosses could do was send us travelling down the highways and backroads for an afternoon of simple pleasure. If the world had a place for the educated, the creative, dare I say the artistic, free of corporate considerations and political conveniences. A place where a single tree could be drawn and photographed and written about until its leaves shone with love and proper attention. If this damned phone would stop ringing and all my customers would be content with their software, their work, their lives.