Shortly after the flight attendant removed the dinner trays, I settled back in my seat with a couple of annual reports, notepad, pencil and a small calculator. It couldn’t have been ten minutes or so later when I sensed the passenger in the next seat peering down the papers. Just ignore him, I thought. “You a broker?” “No” “I hate brokers” The lack of a response on my part didn’t faze him. Five silent seconds passed, and then his entire body shifted as he raised his right hand over his Texas-size beer belly. I was now staring at this huge … Continue reading A Conversation With Jim Bob