When I was a bartender at this certain restaurant, I served a wine called Echelon. I never thought much about that word, but as I enter this phase in my life it has a significant meaning.
Echelon means higher level. The mere sound of it sounds higher, doesn’t it?
So here I sit on the balcony of my Four Seasons Resort room, feeling the promise of echelon. Not necessarily right now, but a sign of things to come. Echelon. Elevation. Rising from the place I’ve been for years, trying to always reach that elusive plateau.
Yesterday I sat next to Michael Dell. That’s echelon.