Slowing Down

Are you the owner? asks, well, yet another customer at our local Italian eatery. Nope I’m just old! I reply, all sheepish but pleased.
It’s true. At fifty, I’m not exactly your classic, college-struggling part-timer. Actually, I’m the oldest employee at our restaurant—the staff “mom,” if you will. I’ve been at this serving gig three years now and haven’t looked back. Which might seem weird considering how I got here in the first place. What a contrast to the world I once lived in.Continue Reading