Wisdom of the Campfire

Big Red Car here in secret telling mode. Guy sends a hateful email to The Boss saying, “Why can’t I get on the Wisdom of the Campfire website?” Pushy sort of human.

So, Big Red Car tells him, “It’s a fiction. That’s the name The Boss uses for his CEO coaching gig. Doesn’t have anything to do with you.”

“But, there’s a domain and y’all control it. Are you hiding something?”

“No,” sayeth the Big Red Car. “Nothing to hide.”

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“If that’s so, Big Red, why do I see it on certain publications and exemplars?”

“Cause The Boss uses it to brand stuff?”

“Are you holding out on me, Big Red?”

“Yes, there’s a little more to it, but I’m not going to tell you. Go away, your obnoxiousness.”


Myrtle Beach in 2004. Eyewitness to history and swirling winds.

“I’m going to call The Boss and complain.”

“Got the number?”

“Yeah, 512-656-1383 or [email protected] Your ass belongs to me, Big Red.”

“If so, please paint me. Thanks.”

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2 thoughts on “Wisdom of the Campfire

  1. I much embrace “wisdom of the campfire”.

    Use the term rather frequently now. And it’s very fun.

    Been hanging out with you way too long…

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