He nearly spilled it, walking in the door. I could see him futzing around with something in the kitchen through my office door. I was meant to be working on… something. Some thing or other for a client, and I couldn’t, for the life of me, wrestle that gigantic thing into a more manageable one […]

The great, big burning question is: Are we responsible for the economic meltdown? Wait, wait, don’t call it an economic meltdown, call it… a slow down.