“A major commercial logistics firm just signed my proposal,” he said.

Daniel unbuttoned his suit jacket and draped it over the back of a wooden barstool.

He reached into the plastic bags and began pulling out white cardboard takeout boxes, stacking them in a neat pyramid.

“They need a complete overhaul of their supply chain,” Daniel said.

“It means I’ll be on the road a lot more this fall, mostly out on the Western Slope.”

I poured him a glass of ice water.