You see people come. You see people go. And you realize how replaceable everyone really is. I was there 15 years. I had to pretend to be amused by four different meteorologists. And then you realize that you’re the replaceable one.
Obsolescence. It’s a heck of a thing. You know, I try and see it from your perspective, but it’s hard to imagine being so dim as to be caught off guard by the inevitable.