G.K. and the Coffield Years
G.K. was my accountant for several years, and I’ve mentioned him in a couple of other stories. He was so fast on a desk calculator that you’d think the keys were about to fly off. By the time I got to know him, he was pretty much an old drunk, and he shook a lot. But when he sat down with a pen in his hand, he had the nicest handwriting of anyone I’ve ever known. He had gone to business school when he was young. He knew shorthand, could take dictation at an amazing rate, and was a first-rate … Continue reading G.K. and the Coffield Years