I have worked at the top of this building since June 6, 1990, and have never seen a window get replaced up here. But that last windstorm finally propelled something at enough speed to shatter one of our north-facing windows. This made me think of many things.
These past seven days have included a funeral of a lady who left us too soon, carrying a friend of mine into rehab, and the anniversary date of the passing of my brother. Sounds like a lot of laughs, doesn't it?