I stood in the snow for two hours waiting to meet George at the appointed time and place but he, it turns out, had slept in and was having a leisurely breakfast at the hotel. While I tried to track him down and started calling the vendors to delay the meeting and to make arrangements for them to be made comfortable after their long trip, George made his own way to the plant. I was still back in Kobe, over an hour away, when I tracked him down. By the time I arrived, he’d started the meeting with no one to temper his un-Japanese style. I walked into a room hot with tension and temper.