Prologue - Jock and Me
It was a cold morning in Pittsburgh. John "Jock" McKernan agreed to meet with me before his usually quarterly earnings call. It was 8:30 am and the room next to the grand mahogany was always his private area that he used for the private meetings that we met during his "talk with Jock" sessions. We sat down and went through the notes that I had collected over my three years working in the Mormon Mafia as we called it. EDMC was something of an enigma. But....time to discuss that in a bit. It was five minutes before Jock was to get on the earnings call and as Chairman he was the calming force in a chaotic world. The Director of Marketing opened the door "Jock...We need ya..." The cold stare looked at me. They didn't know why we were meeting. A blank business card was passed to Jock. He turned it over. "We never met." He smiled ... "We'll be in touch..." That was when the adventure into hell began.