Jogging the remainder of the three-mile campus, I can’t help but mull over how this total stranger knows that I’ve just become an Everest Primary Program member. He’s never met me before. He doesn’t even know my last name, or where I live. I mean, he doesn’t even know my credit score, which by now should be near perfect. That is, if Everest kept their promise and wiped out my credit card debt immediately upon my signing on the dotted line . . . electronically, that is.
I come to the edge of the campus, where it meets the road that separates it from the park and my old neighborhood. Gazing both ways, I cross the road and enter into the park where I try to push out one-hundred pushups and an equal number of crunches. By the time I’ve finished with the calisthenics portion of my routine, I a
