The LinkedIn LAB

My grandfather was a plain man. He was born in a tiny town in the mountains of Spain. He remembered the civil war, and often told me about the enemy planes’ bomb runs and his military service. (don’t worry, this isn’t a repetition of yesterday’s post) He understood that educated people were the ones in the planes, hell, even the ones protected elsewhere MAKING the planes, instead of being the infantry or civilians on the ground being bombed by said planes. He eventually became a math teacher,...