Emily and I were in the Ace Hotel yesterday prepping for our meeting with Fred Wilson when “Sixteen Going On Seventeen” came on. My reactions: First, freak out and swear undying love for the Ace Hotel owing to their fabulous music selection; second, notice the hilarious serendipity of the lyrics as applied to the CTR mission. Bad omen? As if - Fred was fan-tastic and we had a terrific and productive meeting with him. He’s agreed to speak at an upcoming CTR event, and we’re excited to have him.
Also, don’t forget that Liesl’s would-be guide ended up selling the Von Trapps out to the Lieutenant in the abbey. Moral of the story: sometimes that dude you think is really awesome turns out to be a Nazi. Er, don’t read into that.
