My father was one of the most unwise people I ever met while simultaneously being one of the most technically smart. (He invented the clothes dryer lint screen for Whirlpool Corporation and made other other production suggestions as a manager of quality control that when he retired, the company bulletin credited him with saving the corporation as much as 17 million bucks over the course of his career. They gave him their thanks and a gold-plated wristwatch.) But one thing about Dad, he was an organizational genius. He had for many years a picture hanging above his office at home, showing a group of cavemen and cavewomen seated around a stone table playing poker with stone cards. The caption read: "One of these days, Og, we've got to get organized." Nothing, he taught me, happens without organization. True then. True now.