Guidance Ever notice the draft that precedes change, like the limbo you feel as you hear the stagehands bumping and scraping as they change the set for what's next? Sometimes I up-periscope and wonder what happened, and 'Where was I? What was I thinking?' about the scene I'm in. I especially ponder how wrecks end up being lucky breaks. I marvel at how lucky some defective units are. Some of my most brilliant moves were blunders in disguise. Between night and morning there is a block of cooler...
