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The Perfect Job?

My mom used to say there’s no perfect job. She was right. I had no idea how right she was. Because as much as I love my job, it’s in no way perfect, because there… Read More »The Perfect Job?

Opening Daze

Today was the first day of a long journey. For the next seven months, I’ll look at the results of what my friends do every day. I’ll watch the stats, the streaks, and the slumps.… Read More »Opening Daze

Stand By Me

March 10, 1975. I was 17 years old, and a junior in high school. In those days we still grasped to any glimmer of hope that the Beatles might get back together. But it’d been… Read More »Stand By Me