Here I am, filling my mind with the educational splendor of Broker's Class. The man in the front, Old Blue Hat (as the professor affectionately calls himself), smiles his smile, dispensing his infinite knowledge on me and the others behind his 2 inch thick glasses - no doubt bought in 1979, and his fisherman's cap - stained brown by years of loyal use.
His strained vocal cords reverberate with a bass that is long past its prime; his weathered face, beaten by decades. Willy Lowman, Arthur Miller's brilliant character, he is! Seasoned, gruff, jaded - his time long passed.
What he must think of us?
What I must think of him.
I respect his experience. I respect his knowledge. But does he respect me? Does he see the vision I see? Does he see the future like I can? Does he care?
I sit, invigorated. Now more than ever, I sit, determined to build the kind of branch where people who understand where we are going as as industry. Now, more than ever, I am focused on those of us who truly get it, rather than wasting time on those who do not.
Do you see what I see? Do you see the potential? If you do, welcome.
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