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October 24, 2006
The restaurant is full of people having breakfast meetings. While I wait for my co-workers to join me, I look around. At one table, there are serious old gentlemen in serious suits, having a serious discussion. They look like they should be running the city, if not the country. The waiters are deferential to them. At the table next to me is a collection of young men who look like they're still in a fraternity. They're laughing, joking and the waiters join in. One of the guys is eating Froot Loops, wearing Armani. Less of a grown-up than I am!