A Rose By Any Other Name Would Smell As Sweet

I've worked in the same small town outside of Pittsburgh for 15 years. Many lunch breaks I've spent strolling the sidewalks for some exercise and stress relief, a welcome  break from my computer. Three-story Victorians line the streets, with their brightly-colored trim and decorative screen doors. American flags hang patriotically, displayed from front porches, and seasonal … Continue reading A Rose By Any Other Name Would Smell As Sweet