1 Fourth Quarter 2016 One evening earlier this month, after saying goodnight to my sons who were cocooned beneath the warm covers of their beds, I sat in front of my computer reflecting on what we’ve achieved as a company, and as a team, in the past 12...
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1 Fourth Quarter 2016 One evening earlier this month, after saying goodnight to my sons who were cocooned beneath the warm covers of their beds, I sat in front of my computer reflecting on what we’ve achieved as a company, and as a team, in the past 12 months. I thought about what I wanted to say in this final issue of The Conveyor for 2016; yet after staring at the blinking cursor on the screen and plunking down just a few ideas, I found myself looking out the window at a distant streetlamp struggling to cast its light through the falling snow. The inner frame of the window I was staring through was coated with a 2-inch surround of ice, a stark reminder that the temperature outside was –38°C with the wind chill. And despite my best efforts to put pen to paper or, in this case, fingers to keyboard, I was distracted by the grim reality of how brutally cold it was – and what that meant for people who did not have a roof over their heads, a job to wake up to, or a group of family and frie
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