…and so my brother the former Green Beret/Delta Force man would start one story after another after splitting a bottle of scotch. I quote him as I realize I haven’t been exactly loquacious lately about interactive marketing and mostly because the stuff I am working on is too proprietary to share at large. Weird, I thought if anything I’d develop a case of overly-loose lips, but instead I’m starting to clam.
So, tomorrow expect a post about squid fishing and not behavioral target or campaign dashboards. Terrible stuff to talk about over a sunny spring weekend anyway.
Well, if I have to die in hands of a Green Beret to know what’s in your mind… I’m willing to pay the price.
How much scotch does it take?
Takes more than a fifth, but you won’t remember what he told you, though it’s awsome; in the moment! Cheers