Early one morning I followed the blinking, grinding, lumbering school bus on its routine route to pick up students. Always the consummate people-watcher, I studied the colorful collection of gangly, boisterous pre-teens waiting at each stop. Then I saw her - the girl standing alone. She was me, fifty years ago.
If working in fields that are driving the new economy is geeky, then go ahead and call me a geek. This geek was the captain of her cheerleading squad in High School, with six prom invitations between junior and senior year. Later, this geek was President of her sorority at Rutgers University. Today, this geek is an avid collector of high-end, Parisian vintage fashion. Here's some advice that I live by.