It was quiet and still in the airport shuttle. The passengers leaving SHRM 2012 were all facing forward, no one speaking. As I sat crammed into the middle seat, I thought about how distinctly different this ride was from the one just a few days earlier.
I awoke last Friday to the first snowfall of the season — unusually late for Minnesota. If you happen to live anyplace where the temps dip into the lower register and stay there for long stretches, you know the first snowfall heralds the season of marathon commutes. If you listen carefully, I swear you can hear the entire working community dropping F-bombs.