Thomas Friedman’s prophecies have materialized in my life (and for those of you who have not read his bestselling book The World Is Flat, it’s mind-opening about our global community and how historical and geographical divisions are increasingly irrelevant).
I just returned from a two-day business trip to Bethlehem, Pennsylvania with a similar number of lovely layovers in Detroit, Michigan.
In less than two hours this morning, I’ve placed calls to two project partners who are based in Washington, D.C., and left a voicemail for a third in Nashville, Tennessee.
I’ve emailed a client in Lincoln, Nebraska, contacted a firm in Durham, North Carolina and responded to another client who is Virginia-based, currently in Steamboat, Colorado and excited about our upcoming meeting in Delray Beach, Florida.
The latter email “cc’d” our project partner in Seattle, Washington.
Oh and one of the calls to DC revolves around bringing in a Nobel prize-winning economist from Chicago, Illinois.
Typically, my texts come from local friends and my latest Skype inquiry originated from ten miles away. But it really is all the same now.
I don’t know about crowded and, given our winter, I ache for hot weather.
But I am confident Friedman nailed it when he said the world was flat.
BTW: I’m in ColumbUS.
