Climb Aboard the Dream Weaver Train

How does a hipster out of the Woodstock generation morph into a three piece suit and a pair of wingtip shoes? What could make an existential anarchist fresh off the streets of fear and loathing in Aspen, Colorado voluntarily join the blue-steel reality of daily sales-call reports, monthly quotas, fire-breathing sales managers and a corporate culture developed just south of Attila the Hun? Let us go then, you and I...