All for a sip from the Grey Cup
This past Sunday was terrific. I attended a mini-reunion of fellow employees from a design firm where I worked during the eighties. Together, we built custom kitchens, baths, and family rooms. Sunday, eleven of us lunched, laughed, and shared old stories. It was like we had never left, except for the deepened laugh lines and the gray hair. I sat next to John whom I didn’t even recognize for the first five minutes. John is the youngest of our bunch, “the kid.” For forty years, John was the talented engineering draftsman who also drew artistic perspectives so customers could ...