Exactly twelve years ago, around four o’clock in the afternoon, our Suburban came to a stop in front of Leighton Plaza, on Main Street in South Bend, Indiana. My wife had picked me up at Midway airport and driven me to South Bend. With the setting sun, it was already getting dark outside. I opened the door and a gust of cold wind swirled in. I put my foot down into the slushy mixture and looked up through the hazy sky at the Gibson offices on the fourth floor.
Only seven hours prior I had awoken to the blue skies and the radiant sun of Scottsdale, Arizona. After six years in the Southwest, we were returning to Indiana. I left behind great friends, a good career, and awesome co-workers based on a pitch from Dave Gibson and Greg Downes. At that moment, only one question was on my mind, “What did I just do?”