Today, I’m going to confess two of my most deeply held, darkest secrets: 1) For the past two decades, I’ve spent an inordinate amount of time at my local bagel shop; and 2) I’ve never been a fan of the Corvette.
I know! I know! It’s not right. How could I? Look, I love a doughy, whole-wheat bagel (I gave up cinnamon-raisin bagels as a concession to healthier eating), plus this morning ritual is my time to slow down, drink too much coffee and read that old-timey contraption…the newspaper. Huh? You weren’t bothered by my morning ritual so much as my apathy for Corvettes? Stay with me.
