It is a fitness center!  Just another gathering of treadmills, clanking weights, and hard charging ellipticals.  As I enter, there is the mandatory scan of my key chain fob and then it is off to some torture device that will elicit sweat. There, in this particular location, is a beautiful Polynesian young lady with a ready smile.  As I scan my ID each day, there in front of her is a computer screen with my face and name.  The same tools as so many other fitness centers.  But in this one the front desk help actually read my name and
Continue Reading