It was 10 am on a September day in 2010. I remember what I was wearing—and since it was 10 am I hadn’t had a Java Chip Frappuccino yet. I was in a meeting.  The meeting went from bad to worse in a matter of minutes that seemed to have lasted a lifetime. I left the meeting.  I went to Starbucks and had my Java Chip Frappuccino. If I remember correctly, Aaron the barista handed me the drink. On principle alone I went to the gym that night.  I was on a cardio workout routine and I refused to skip … Continue reading When is a photo more than a photo?