After A Holiday Dinner Snub, I Chose To Walk Away

to Seattle.

As the plane climbed into the dark sky, I stared out the window at Dayton fading into scattered lights below.

I didn’t feel sad. I felt light.

I felt the way I felt when I finally cut a non-performing asset from a client’s portfolio.

Part Two: The Autopsy

The flight back was turbulence and pressurized air. Arriving at my Harborview Lofts apartment continue reading …