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Introduction Living the Nightmare Dream…
The car was a ’71 Plymouth Satellite, a pretty sweet ride when it first rolled off the assembly line in Detroit. I managed to buy it in 1979 for $1,500, because my mom co-signed the note and I arranged to finance it over three years. But by the time I was driving it to opportunity meetings in 1980, it already qualified as a broke-mobile.
I always parked in the back reaches of the hotel parking lot or by the loading dock. I would be meeting prospects at the