Marketer, products guy, jack of most, terrible cook and a sufficiently acceptable human being.
This story begins a week, and a day or two ago.
I was reading, quite engrossed, about Owls or Cats or so…
When I felt a little…
There was a road. Right here.
I know there was a road, because I drove through it this morning. As I’ve driven through for a minimum of 5 days a week, every week week after week for 104 weeks in the last two years.
“Certificates!”. The voice boomed, like the music of a canary at the exact moment it’s blown apart by cannon fire. I placed the dossier of my life accomplishments on the table and waited.