Long-time readers know how much angst I have about holiday weekends. This time it’s worse. Much, much worse, for obvious reasons. If I could, I’d just beam right over to July 10th after recovering from a hellacious H1 2023. Yet my desire to retain readers, and my neurotic work ethic, forbids it. Thus, I’ve got to think of something decent to say. I’ve come up with a topic, but it won’t keep you satisfied for a week, although maybe long enough to allow me to catch my breath and dream up some other posts.

It has to do with Prophet, my former company and, in my life, what passes for the most successful thing I’ve ever done. I founded Prophet on July 1, 1992 and sold it on January 26, 2005. It was hardly an overnight success, but I’m very proud of what we accomplished, and it was the only real business I’ve ever created in my life. What I mean by that is that it had an office, employees, revenues, and – – gasp – – profits.