This one reminds me of the Summer of 1999. I was standing in the middle of a remote field in the Cordoba province of Argentina with a buddy, blasting away at the passing doves. My pal had a shotgun in one hand and a satellite phone in the other. He was literally chatting away with company CFOs, his partners, and his secretary, all but the last of whom thought he was kicking back in his office in New York in a suit and tie.
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