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There was a man creeping through Lowe's garden center yesterday. He was wearing khaki cargo pants and a dress shirt. It looked like he was there on business. Slow and determined.
He stopped to consider every plant. He would caress their leaves, scribble in his yellow notepad and move on. Quiet and careful. He wasn't there to buy anything. Not yet. He had to perfect his plans.
I imagined what kind of landscape he was building in his head. It was strangely fascinating.
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I was there with my grandfather. After purchasing a cartful of flowers for his garden, we went to dinner at Bonefish Grill. We discussed India and globalization over plates of chicken marsala. He'd finished reading The World is Flat.
At the end of the night we were talking about copy editing, and he said something that stuck with me.
"Trying to eliminate some of the fog."
That's what I want need to do.