The Inspectors Arrive

So the men in white shirts and black ties arrived in the dining room for lunch. The corporate suits were there to show them around. I had decided to make a statement and wear my pilot jacket, which weighs about 15 pounds up to the dining room. It was a pain to get it because

Where Are You

My younger sister calls yesterday, and after the usual pleasantries I ask her where she is. “You always ask me that,” she says. “Why?” “Well. I’m not sure,” I say. “I see you’re calling from your cell and it helps me somehow to picture where you are when we’re talking. I ask just about everyone