He drank whisky every day, and a lot of it. He smoked, ditto. He doesn’t seem to have slept a lot. And yet, when he died, last week, he was 87 years of age and had led a monumentally successful and apparently happy life. He appears to have been that infuriating exception that proves every rule of health promotion.
Except, to give him his due, he was never overweight.
The other maddening thing about Herb Kelleher was that he never shut up. When he wasn’t laughing, which was often, he was talking. Miraculously, those who worked for him didn’t mind how much he talked, whereas most subordinates of non-stop-talkers hate it.
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