I’ve always had a stone in my shoe about being a college dropout. As such, I never imagined I’d be walking into Harvard Law School as anything other than someone who needed directions to MIT. I’m an engineer. I build systems. I’ve spent my career building things that work — reliably, predictably, and without prayer-based assumptions about what’s happening underneath.
Five weeks into retirement, I realized I’m constitutionally incapable of watching the most important conversation in the world go sideways without doing something about it.
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