You may not have seen me around recently. That’s because it’s September. Or at least it was at the time I wrote this. It may be October by the time you read this.

Doesn’t matter. Every year around this time, I start filing away manila folders. It generally begins in mid-September, with the last one archived by the first week of October.

What’s in these mysterious folders?

A very small slice of my life.

Small.

But intense.

For, though the time may seem short, the mileage isn’t. And, if there’s one thing you have to remember, it’s not about the time, it’s about the mileage.

Now, here’s the misleading thing: this collection of folded manila card stock doesn’t even tell Continue Reading “The Last Manila Folder”