"So," said Roscoe, "we are going back to the woodshed. I'm going to sit down with my managers and explain the facts of life to them. We're going to have honest estimates and real commitments. And Heaven help those who don't deliver the next time. "Oh, and by the way," he admitted sheepishly, "I won't be asleep at the switch next time, either…" Somehow, I had the feeling that Roscoe's first slip might well be his last. |