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  It was dinner time and the restaurant I’d chosen was teeming with hungry patrons. The din of clatter and conversation had reached full song. The corporate designers of this restaurant chain had intentionally chosen seating arrangements that allowed for an open...

Imagine with me, an early farmer working his field. Exhausted, he reigns his plow horse to a halt. With a straw hat in one hand and a red bandana in the other, he squints into the bright sun and mops the baptism of hard work from his brow. Perhaps inclined to curse...

Among my early memories, few cause me to smile more than reflecting on the sillier things I did. By today’s standards, I’m what you might call anal retentive. I remember being a whole lot sillier than I am today. It’s become obvious to me that the older I get the more...