A Six Year Old Reminds Us of the Power of Musical Theater.
I was at a schmancy business conference several months ago, and I was mingling during the perfunctory after hours nocktails (that wasn’t a typo, btw – I call cocktail hours at conference “nock-tails” . . . because it’s networking + cocktails = nocktails). It was a pretty cool event because there were a lot of folks from a lot of different lines of work, and I found myself talking t…