Because I know a few people with the same first name, at some point over the past few years I began referring to my friend Howard Carey as “my” Howard. I never realized that until Susan pointed it out last Friday. “I’m texting my Howard to see if he wants to meet us for lunch,” I told her. “Your Howard?” she replied. Yeah. Howard Carey was my Howard. I met Howard Carey when he started working as a contractor for the FAA in 1999. He worked on the help desk for a while, and did desk side support, and was… (read more)