With us in the
limousine were some associates and a vice president from one of Jim’s teams.
Everyone began to chat—everyone, that is, except Jim and myself. Jim observed
the conversation in silence. Then he glanced in my direction, and I had to
avert my eyes so he did not catch me observing him. But he continued to look at
me in his steady, penetrating manner until eventually he said, “You’re a
watchful guy. You know where that comes from?” I shook my head. “It comes from
feeling out of place,” he said. “Believe me. I know.”
