the art in banking or [you’ll learn, someday]

When I was in university, I liked to take the train home to Oshawa. When I could, I would meet my dad at Union Station, at his office, and we would ride home together. Sometimes we would each read. Sometimes we would talk. Sometimes just sitting in our own solitudes, staring out the window at … Continue reading the art in banking or [you’ll learn, someday]