The Great Escape

“It's only 54 floors and at this time of day how long can it take?”  He thought the elevator car would reach the ground in plenty of time.  The pain was bad and his hand was throbbing, yes,  but he was nowhere near passing out.  A man in Everett's profession managed to deal with pain and he learned how to hide it so as not to attract attention when strolling through a crowd after an event that didn't go exactly as planned.  No, Everett was more concerned with avoiding notice and the leather gloves would only prevent blood from dripping on the elevator floor for so long. “Breathe man, breathe”, he whispered trying to return his visible vitals to normal before any other passengers joined him on his ride to the ground.  With any luck, the car would be there on Market Street waiting just as they had planned.   The floor indicator released a dry electronic beep giving warning that he would have company at the 46th floor. The black leather gloves were tight enough to s

As much as I hate to admit it, I'm far more materialistic than I would like to be.  I'll take some solice in the old adage that admitting you have a problem is the first step to overcoming it. A couple of days ago my daughter lost her cell phone.  We had an old beat up chaise lounge in the living room and she was sure that the phone had fallen through the bottom of the chair and was stuck in the dust cover on the bottom.  After tearing the dust cover off I soon realized that the phone had fallen between the cushion and the frame into a big empty pocket that was in the arm of the chair. I have to admit that I was a little upset at first.  I was at a crossroads.  I pay for the cell phone and it would be expensive to replace and I bought the chair which was also relatively expensive.  For some reason the more I thought about it the more ridiculous my anger over the situation seemed.  Nobody was in any danger of dying or even being hurt here.  The worst case scenario was that I