A litany of minor, trivial really, misunderstandings, having resulted in the firing of one Everett C. Everett, deserved ultimately or not, were transcribed by one Melissa Anne Todd unto an encrypted word document for the purposes of human resources records and future management retention needs and so forth. It was June 17th, 2008, the heart of the shit. I drove a leaking box truck home from New York to Philadelphia, over the Betsy Ross to a setting sun, head down towards something else entirely.