April 2015 It is early morning and I'm stretching and reaching up toward a ceiling twenty feet above me in the dusty warehouse space that my son calls home. Light is beginning to stream in through the high windows. The guys are still asleep upstairs. As the day is stirring here in east LA and the cement factory next door starts grinding itself back to life, as the trucks begin their rumbling exodus from the UPS compound nearby and the sun slowly lightens up the room, I think to myself, Ahh--life in the Cube!
and I start smiling.