For a lot of Americans, that clanging early morning alarm is more threatening than a man in a white van asking for help finding his puppy. Wiping jagged bits of sleep from your eyes, you bribe yourself to get going with the promise that there is light at the end of the tunnel; someday, someday,… Read More
Before Bourke Accounting, I worked with a 70-year old, Vietnam vet, ex-firefighter from Texas. He had tried retirement and found that he hated it. I asked, “Why are you working when you don’t have to?” He gave me a sardonic – oh, you silly, little thing – stare and responded, “What? Ah’m supposed ta sit… Read More