I don’t know how or why I am starting here. But as I sit down to write I am instantly reminded of a story from my past. Perhaps I’ll discover the meaning of its telling as I share and recall.
So, I used to work out of a super posh office in the flatiron district of Manhattan. And one day, I was sent a package from Oregon Stat…
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