“What’s your favorite day of the week? Your favorite season of the year? Buffett—Jimmy or Warren?”
It was sometime in 2001, and I was cornered.
In between each question, he smiled and listened attentively, with a twinkle of curiosity and amusement in his blue eyes. He was clearly enjoying himself.
His energy and wit far exceeded that of most 83-year-olds. And, as one someone dating one of his granddaughters, I was fresh meat.Read More