So nice to see you, Jean greeted me with a hug.

After our pleasantries and a moment of silence where the both of us looked outside at the gentle snow fall she asked me something. Something real. Definitely the first real statement of our conversation.

I'm surprised to learn you're in  Westcity...

Everybody was dressed like they might need to make an appearance on another's Instagram . A lot of black and light tans,. A lot of wool and metal.

You might not expect me to be fan of the holidays if you knew me in real life but i did actually enjoy...

The email from  Jean Gras asking if I'd be down for a coffee was the first time I'd heard from her since college .

Back then we got coffee a lot. I think whenever she asked, except for one occasion I said yes. That one time I had wanted to say...

email is a great method of communication. You send off your message and you kind of forget about it. No waiting around to see if the other person checks it and replies right away. You just go about your day.

At least that's how I use it. Maybe you do sit...

Using your eyes to view the leanly muscled long limbs of The Hare , you'll say something like "that creature has all the tools to win the race."

The Hare's opponent is  The Tortoise . And we all know who wins this race. Even though the former has all the tools...

I had a friend difficult to reach. No social media. A phone he never answered.

I didn't know his real name so I couldn't look up his address. My sole string to him was email .

Wouldn't go as far as to say he liked email, but he used it. Never remember...

When I write I act a little too clever. Paint a version of myself that I want to project.

Then again if that is my facade what is the real me? Is there such a thing as real in this case?

Over the years I've knocked down many layers of facades to...

Funny in this world, with all this innovation and advancements of civilization , you still couldn't find somebody to string a few words together in a way that made the reader feel something. Often writers blame readers or social media , saying nobody's got the attention span anymore. And though...

It was before the match. An important one.

And the coach was giving a speech. A very inspirational one.

Many of the players had moist eyes. All of them had that stare. The kind of focus where you knew they weren't paying attention to anything else but what was going on there....

Jobs were simpler back then. No high resolution tracking  software . No way for the supervisor to see very little break you took.

This didn't mean he slacked off. Though people these days might call it that. But in his head he didn't.

He made every stop promptly and maintained a brisk...