Reflections from Forced Rest …

I was determined to handle this with the pert good cheer of Dolly Parton (or me, I guess), or, at the very minimum, the stoicism of Bill Belichick.

And You Might Ask Yourself, Well … How Did I Get Here?!

This is the first and only time I’ve blogged, if that’s even a verb anymore, from 28,000 feet. The last two days’ storiedly stormy Eastern Seaboard weather resulted in multiple flight delays from upstate NY, and, looking at the weather around MSP, I’m not certain I’ll be getting home anytime soon. The energy at the…

Forensics (not Files), 1995, and today.

I’ve been a nerd for a very long time. And I’ve loved stringing words together for even longer. Back in high school, both of these self-evident truths manifested into three years on the speech team, where my group of like-minded geeks traveled in a stuffy Crayola green van all over the state to complete with…