April 30, 1992

Brown-Forman Enterprises' fiscal year ends in 3 hours. I'm lying across a bed in my beautiful comped room at the Inn at Loretto. The installation was a success. Mom and Dad were just here; we had dinner. I'll be having pasta primavera for breakfast tomorrow. Portions are generous.

Hectic last week in Tucson. Monday night I drove to Phoenix for a company dinner. I met several people for the first time: Chuck's wife Katie, Rick's wife Wei, Al Campbell, our CTO.

I was seated next to Ron, who of course was at the head of the table. I regaled him with stories until he finally asked me when I find time to work.

I brought a contract that needed his approval but discreetly dropped it under my seat until we were having coffee. He okayed it and Bob, who was sitting next to me handed me the Red Robin paperwork. Chuck said, "you made your quota."

Normally it's not that close but April was a cruel month.