My cousin Susan Blair Ross is a Broadway star. She is smart as a whip. She was the person who first suggested I move to Hickory Valley. I had absolutely no interest in Diane, Princess of Wales, until she encouraged me to sit down and watch a series of videos she had made of interviews with Diane. I changed my mind. There was a woman who understood how to shift power and money in the service of people and a better world.
So when cousin Susan suggested to me that George Clooney was
something more than just another handsome actor, I was skeptical. However, knowing that she is always right about these things, I started to watch George Clooney movies. By the end of Syriana, I had become a serious Clooney fan. I just saw his latest, Michael Clayton, and my respect for Clooney is over the top.
No one has ever succeeded in communicating the weirdness of trying to navigate inside the Tapeworm better than Clooney. His movies ought to be mandatory curriculum in America’s business and laws schools.