Please Don't Talk To Me--I'm In Training
September, 1967
A graying, rather pudgy, casually dressed (expensive black-cashmere sports jacket and light-gray slacks) executive in his late 40s sat behind the large period desk. His name was Mr. Gelber. His hands were folded. He was smiling."Bill De Costa was telling me, "he began, " that he had a nice chat with you after lunch, Perry. Now, let's see--ah--so you'd like to work for Zander's?""Yes, sir, I certainly would, gee, like to," I bubbled enthusiastically."Why?"&...
