My mom and dad. Any immigrants of any stripe who strike out for the great unknown.
Waitress in a sports bar/hotel restaurant next to a cancer treatment center. Yup. Sports fans + chemo patients. The chef, a former Army cook named Madonna, taught me how to juggle with dinner rolls in the back on slow days.
I’m feeling stupid lucky this year…here-doing-this will do just fine for now.
I can’t! Amanda Simpson told me in the seventh grade that if you have Lasik your eyeballs explode in space…I had Lasik. I need my eyeballs.
If I figured it all out. Fat chance, happily.
Bonus Question: How do you measure, measure a year?