Thursday, April 16, 2009
This morning I ran headlong into an allegory.
I am fifty-one years old and there are days--weeks maybe--when I feel like all my advertising experience, training and expertise are excoriated and dismissed by the poseurs and posturers and the picayuned penised who, like locusts, infest our industry.
This morning, Thursday April 16th, on the street near the gutter I saw a Christmas tree someone had finally gotten rid of almost four-months late.
It had outlived its usefulness. It was no longer needed. I identified with it.
Posted by George Tannenbaum at 11:02 AM