MOUSEKETEERS
Not in the mood to write much lately, not sure why. There’s not even anything going on weather-wise to inspire me. What I can see of the sky is white with infinite cloud cover. Everyone’s shoes squeak. I feel like I’m working in a nest of mice. When I was working at First Chicago, we had an incentive sales trip every year for the salespeople to win. By selling their little hearts out, they got an all-expenses paid trip for a week together. One year it was Sanibel Island, one year it was St. Thomas. And once it was Disneyworld....