I’m preparing for a conversation.  An extremely important one.  As part of it, I’m thinking through a few questions that I want to ask.  I’m feeling a hundred feelings at once.  I’m excited, nervous, and, surprisingly, clear.  I have a sense of what I want to know, even while what I want evades me.  I’m probably a bit giddy.  And sober too.  I get to query a person who I’ve been listening to, learning from, and appreciating in a rare conversation that I will likely call nothing but a gift.

If you could ask one person who you really respected and admired a handful of questions, who would it be and what would you ask?  Uh, Winston, no comments from you and you know why.