A lifetime of being involved psychologically, physically and fiscally.
More, much more when we get to know each other better.
In our constant quest for money, with no money to invest ourselves my cousin Kit and my options for earning were limited. We’ve already tried a lemonade stand using Aunt Betty’s lemons, sugar and water. That was a success but it was now winter. We sensed a diminished demand for cold lemonade from a stand encrusted with a layer of snow and ice.
I had a friend who was chronologically only one year older than me but years ahead in the ways of the world. You see, I had lived my entire 16 years in the suburbs at the Jersey Shore. In the middle class neighborhood where I came from we were pretty niave when it came to boy-girl connections.
My daughter loves the subject of food. She can and will talk about it forever when she gets a conversational partner. It’s no irony that she is the hardworking owner of three restaurants and a catering service in Seattle, Washington.
We were just a bunch of stockbrokers trying to grab the gold ring in the financial service business. All pretty good salesman but none of us had much knowledge in running a company. We, sort of, knew generally what to do but no specifics. Confidence was our largest asset but probably our biggest liability.
All I saw when I was checking out at the Walmart today was a pair of beautiful eyes. The checker was wearing the mandatory mask that was required everyone wear in the store--so was I. And there was no one within 6 feet of us. Mutual use of hand sanitizer. All so intimate.
My college roommate, Carl and I were taking the big cultural leap that all young people seem to benefit from, travel. After graduating from college and three years of teaching elementary school in the Philadelphia school system, we'd both saved enough money to travel Europe for a couple of months during our summer vacation.