Double Vision
I was singing a song by the Guess Who, in my head, on the drive from the airport to the Sheraton Saskatoon Hotel. Hoping that Burton Cummings was wrong about nothing ever happening in that small town. I exited the limousine as the driver retrieved my suitcase from its trunk. He thanked me for the generous tip and wished me a good day. I made my way to the Hotel’s reception desk to check in, to attend a conference being hosted by Hewlett Packard. The bank that I am employed at was beginning the...
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