When You Can Walk on Water, Take the Boat - Webs
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machine we’re discussing. If you could give me five minutes of<br />
your time, I'll explain why our prouct is so good.”<br />
“Good? I d<strong>on</strong>’t want good! Damn! I want <strong>the</strong> best.”<br />
“I was just being modest. It’s <strong>the</strong> best <strong>on</strong> <strong>the</strong> market.”<br />
Wittersham was a study in marble. Deep lines creased<br />
his face as he looked from me to Seymour and said, “Let’s get<br />
<strong>on</strong> with it <strong>the</strong>n.”<br />
I spent <strong>the</strong> next few minutes explaining all <strong>the</strong> benefits<br />
of our product. Wittersham appeared utterly unimpressed. Finally,<br />
in exasperati<strong>on</strong> and in an effort to clutch at straws, I<br />
remembered my dream about Wittersham and <strong>the</strong> sea and<br />
c<strong>on</strong>cluded, “So you see, Mr. Wittersham, we make an excellent<br />
product. Incidentally, I wish you would visit our manufacturing<br />
facilities <strong>on</strong> <strong>the</strong> East Coast. Some lovely restaurants<br />
by <strong>the</strong> sea.” He quickly looked at me and asked, “By <strong>the</strong> sea?<br />
Do you go <strong>the</strong>re often?”<br />
“Oh yes!” I resp<strong>on</strong>ded, “I love to go down to <strong>the</strong> sea.”<br />
“I wish <strong>the</strong> ocean was closer to us,” he mused. Pursuing<br />
<strong>the</strong> <strong>on</strong>ly possibility afforded me I said, “I was born not too<br />
far from <strong>the</strong> ocean. I spent many years of my life a st<strong>on</strong>e’s<br />
throw from <strong>the</strong> mighty Atlantic. I’d awake every morning to<br />
<strong>the</strong> sound of breakers. I’d watch <strong>the</strong> sea change from a silvery<br />
white in <strong>the</strong> morning to a deep dark blue in late afterno<strong>on</strong>.”<br />
Seymour was looking at me and I could feel <strong>the</strong><br />
frustrati<strong>on</strong> in his gaze as we discussed <strong>the</strong> sea. But <strong>the</strong> change<br />
<strong>on</strong> Wittersham’s face was amazing. G<strong>on</strong>e was <strong>the</strong> scowl and<br />
he was now smiling.<br />
“We must speak more about <strong>the</strong> sea <strong>on</strong>e of <strong>the</strong>se<br />
days,” said Wittersham, “I myself am an old salt.” Turning to<br />
Seymour, Wittersham c<strong>on</strong>tinued, “Seymour, I like this young<br />
man. I’ll be happy to have my company distribute your prod-<br />
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