Ageless Entrepreneur. Fred Dawkins

Now I felt smashed on the proverbial beach he had mentioned in his presentation that afternoon. Did he think that I was actually too late, one of the exceptions to his own rule?

      I almost didn’t get out of the car to see him off, but at the last minute thought better of it. As we shook hands he looked me square in the eyes and said:

      “Of course I’ll do it. Not sure if we’ll use it as a prototype yet, and I do have some time restrictions this summer. I have to think the idea through to make it fit. For the last few minutes I’ve been thinking how great it’s going to be having you buy me lunch at Gino’s every day we do this.”

      I was stupefied. My old friend had just played me like a fish and I took the bait, hook, line, and sinker. Now he was laughing, killing himself laughing, at my expense. Regardless, I was relieved and back to being optimistic.

      “Keep your head up Macleod — there’ll be plenty of chances for me to get even this summer,” I threatened.