London Journal: February 19-20
The Virgin Atlantic pilot made the trip from Boston to London, wheels up to wheels down, in five hours and 25 minutes, which has to be a non-Concorde record crossing for me. The fog at Heathrow was so thick that I didn’t realize we were near the runway until the wheels hit the pavement. I told the Baglioni Hotel people that I’d be here at 10 in the morning, but showed up at 8:30. After some rearranging and negotiations, I’m ensconced in the Presidential Suite overlooking Kensington Park (where, in 1963, my date and I were locked in having lost track of the time, and had to climb a fence to get out, which was the last time I ever saw her, but that’s another story).
A massage later today, two meetings, then dinner with a friend who told me she wanted to take me to a fine restaurant, and chose the one in this hotel! iPhone works like a charm, hotel Maserati is at the curb, all is well with the world. For the next two days I facilitate The Strategist for a sold-out session at the Institute of Directors.