I'll Be Right Back.

My work here is done. At least for now. I'm sitting in the lounge listening
to the familiar sound of boarding announcements. Lionel Ritchie said it's
easy like Sunday morning. And it sort of is.

Here's what I know:

The Big Man's trip was successful. We bonded. He trusts me, and he thanked
me often. For the last two years, I've called him Mr. Big Man. The first night we were
walking back into the hotel, and I said, "Mr. Big Man, would you like..." He
said, "Josh, you can call me "insert first name."

That shocked me, and I never could quite call him "insert first name." Once
I just said "Hey..." Next time it's "insert first name" all the way.

He told a television reporter from Shanghai that "Josh is the enforcer. When
he says stop, we stop." And she did.

And then I got to watch my first photo shoot and interview for a magazine.
That was fun, and fascinating, and I can't wait to settle into 33H and read
every page and look at every ad in the last issue. You gotta see The Rake.

I had no idea how much The Big Man prepares for everything. I'm amazed. And
that's what it takes to be where he is. That's one of my lessons this trip.

Enough about that.

The film festival opened and closed with a bang. The filmmakers were so
happy here. The board meeting went well. The chairman was happy. And the
president was happy. And the board members were happy.

You know what made me happy? Seeing old friends like Eck, Claudine and

Simon. And readers, you know Scott and Stacey. Always good to see them.

My circle of friends in Singapore got just a little wider. This trip I met Christian and Tamsyn as well as Annette and Robbie.

I read recently that strangers are just friends that you haven't met yet. That's true. My next trip will be even better now that I know more people here.

My flight's boarding soon. I'm headed back with a heavy suitcase, but even
better is my memory packed full of some really great times.

I'll be back here in two weeks.

Cheers.