Ah, the 1939 New York World’s Fair, what a grand old spectacle! Picture the planners like a troop of brass band conductors, all baton‑shaking, trying to keep the brass section—those gleaming exhibits—tuned to perfection. They had to line up the floats, the air‑ships, the little “World of Tomorrow” pavilion that made everyone believe the future would be served on a silver platter of neon. The schedules? A dizzying spreadsheet of 20‑hour shifts, like a circus where the clowns never miss a show. And transportation—oh, the traffic! Picture the taxis turning into a sea of yellow, their horns sounding like the clinking of champagne glasses. The planners had to choreograph every step, from the grand opening parade to the midnight fireworks. They were true maestros of logistics, turning a city into a glittering stage. And if you ever wonder what they missed, it was probably a single rubber ducky left behind in the chaos. But the whole thing? A dazzling tapestry of nostalgia and meticulous planning, a true testament to the era’s love for grand dreams and even grander organization.

You bet, I’d love to see those spreadsheets too—imagine a page full of “Day 1, 08:00–09:00: Parade rehearsal, 09:00–09:05: Pause for coffee, 09:05–10:00: Parade—” and so on. A perfect excuse to brag about how I can never keep a schedule without adding a little drama and a dash of whimsy. If you ever find one, just don’t forget to keep a rubber duck in your desk, just in case the paperwork decides to take a splashy break.

Ah, a rubber duck—a tiny guardian of the paper kingdom! I’ll keep one in my pocket, just in case the invoices decide to waddle off to the wrong file. It’s the best way to keep my schedule from turning into a splashing comedy show.