Point of No Return
Life is full of interesting lessons.
A crowded airport. Each traveler and employee of the facility isolated in their own thoughts, fears and tasks; seemingly oblivious to those around them. It is like any other airport or city bus in that the setting is an anonymous conglomeration of individuals devoid of any true sense of community in that particular snapshot in time.
Then ... a single clap.
There will be an open election in Iraq before ...
Fine, that weird guy from In Living Color and that insipid show on WB will be nominated for a Best Actor award before ...
The Boston Red Sox will overcome both the hated New York Yankees and 80-plus years of frustration by winning a World Series ...
Water? Check. Toilet paper? Check. Beer commercial twins bikini calendar? Check. Canned goods? Check.
It’s McCann versus Technology. Round 85. Humor me, if you will, while I vent.
Last week I called my cellular phone carrier to change my phone number. This would seem a simple enough task since, well, the phone carrier handles exactly that sort of thing as their business. And, to be fair, they are probably very good at that kind of thing.