title: Twisted by the Wind: A Journal of Inspirations, Conversations and Imaginations
author:  Tom Hays 
description: <span>Tom Hays is an artist and writer and a serial entrepreneur, previously owning and operating a variety of business ventures.</span><br><br><span>Tom also compiles and publishes quotations through his website, PearlOfTheDay.com, which emails inspirational and motivational quotes to subscribers daily at no charge. He established this ministry more than ten years ago, and it has grown to hundreds of recipients daily plus thousands of readers on various websites where the "Pearl of the Day" appears.</span><br><br><span>Tom has been in the retail optical business, owned an advertising agency, an audio/visual production company, built a chain of thirty-eight automobile quick oil-change centers, started a food packaging and marketing company, and owned a market research company, conducting radio listenership research in 105 radio markets in the United States. He was also a principal in several other private and publicly owned companies, including those involved in oil and gas exploration, music production, greeting cards, and business acquisition. He is also an ordained minister.</span><br><br><span>Born in Oklahoma and having lived in Nashville, Tennessee, and the Napa Valley in California, Tom and his wife Susan currently make their home in Scottsdale, Arizona. Tom enjoys painting, silversmithing, ceramics, design, songwriting, website development, and writing stories.</span>
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  As Tor.com departs from its longtime home, the iconic Flatiron building, we
  present this sweet farewell from Seanan McGuire.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  New York City spreads out beneath us, gray steel and gleaming glass from our
  aerial perspective, virtually stripped of the color and chaos that almost
  always fills its streets, and everything about it is familiar, and nothing
  about it is familiar, and I am so very far away from home.
  
  
  I’m tired of this. They warned me when I started that one day I’d be tired of
  this, and I thought they were ranting and raving the way hidebound old fools
  always rant and rave when there’s a scientific advancement at hand—it’s as
  much a part of the process as the grandiose declarations of showing them,
  showing them all, and the ceremonial passing of the adventurer’s compass.
  Turns out they were right. T