On the Road Again (and again and again)
» Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life. « Jack Kerouac, author (1922-1969)
It is that time of year when my suitcase becomes my home, when I travel coast-to-coast, shake hands and get in touch with industry leaders. I have come to recognize the value in business travel, however, sometimes it can be brutal.