Each morning, he left the luxurious sanctuary of his room at the Westin St. Francis to spend a humiliating and souldraining day chasing down delinquent carriers on the convention floor. By the last night he was ready to let loose. He got plastered at the open bars hosted by the various convention sponsors. Then, in hallowed tradition, he headed off with a pack of MCI managers and other conventioneers to Mitchell Brothers O’Farrell Theatre, a legendary strip club.
