It’s Tuesday nite. A meeting I’m a part of is just about to start. And then my phone alerts me of an email: Hey You… It’s Me Fancy Nanci She emailed. And first thing first, I should’ve known Nanci was too fancy to be a Nancy! I…

Expecting something significant from an in-flight conversation with a complete stranger these days is like believing there’s still a worthy prize at the bottom of that Cracker Jack box. Spoiler alert: the prize is a sticker. Not even a temporary tattoo. #lame

And Holding Your Breath Highways and biways. The 110 to the 10 to the 5 to the 405. And the word “the” mixed all in there all along the way. Totally California. So West Coast. But more than that: tunnels. All among these roads. Cutting all…