Email Updates My Name is Michael, I Got a Nickel…
OK, this post has been a long time coming.
For over a decade, people keep asking me, “So, what is it: Michel? Michael? Mike? What?” (I prefer “Master,” but I digress.)
My wonderful wife calls me “Mish.” (Short for “Michel,” pronounced “Mish-al.”)
In turn, I call her “Rish,” which is short for “Licorice.” The story behind it is, when we first met, a friend told us we were lovebirds, always together, inseparable. Like licorice. (Yes, we still are!)
Anyway, here’s the thing.
Million-dollar influence and persuasion tactics so potent, if they were any more powerful the government would be forced to classify them as 'mind control'! 
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