An Open Letter to Pharm...
Dear Pharmacists everywhere (or Chemists, depending on where your part of “everywhere” is…but not Street Chemists, because, well, nobody tells them anything and lives to hear the reply)… Anyway, dear Pharmacists, I know that your profession is one that takes... 
5 Mornings, Same Train,...
The end of the work week.  The more I wear suits to work, the more I look forward to Fridays, so I can wear some jeans, but of course, somebody scheduled a meeting that I had to be part of today, so back in the suit I go.  No big deal, I still usually wear some sort of shirt and... 
5 Mornings, Same Train,...
Back when I was 17 (so a long time ago), I went to England with some friends.  I shared a hotel room with one of my best friends, a guy who I get along really well with and whom I still keep in contact with on a regular basis.  But when you are with somebody for 10 days, day and... 
5 Mornings, Same Train,...
This girl beside me took her boots off.  She didn’t take them off to adjust her nylons or pull up a sock or something, she just took them off.  I have a friend who has a serious thing about feet, she really gets disgusted by them, but I’m not like that.  I’m also... 
5 Mornings, Same Train,...
Ugh.  There’s nothing like a late night and then the sight of the GO train coming to remind you that you haven’t even really started your day yet.  As the train rumbles closer, I try to remember just what meetings I have lined up for the day, but then remember that I’m... 
5 Mornings, Same Train,...
The GO train.  Quite possibly the most effective reminder that no matter how cool or urban you think you are, you are really just suburban, nothing more than a cog in an archaic city machine.  With each kilometer that passes (which on any given day could take an assortment of times),...