S.T.E.V.E.

Jiving into the house, shouting “Honey, I’m home!” like I was Fred Flintstone, I was ready to embrace my wife, tell her about my promotion and receive a well-deserved kiss. Instead, I found a note on the wall in the kitchen. Go, see Steve. it said. Combined with the fact that I had not seen … Continue reading S.T.E.V.E.