Polishing the Leading Edge

As you twist and contort in a vain effort to pull the white cotton coveralls over your uniform, a passerby would be forgiven for wondering whether you were performing a new modern dance routine or trying to remove a knife from your back. After dislocating a shoulder and breaking a couple of ribs, you finally…

Remembering 9/11

Ten years ago this morning, my wife awoke me to say that a plane had flown into the World Trade Center in NYC. I had just got home from work an hour before and didn’t know why she was waking me up to tell me about some Cessna flying into a building. I grunted an…