My father always told me I could do anything I set my mind to. And I believed him.

Small case in point. As a freshman in college I got a job as a waitress, something I’d never done before. That first day on the job, a Sunday, I was the only waitress at the Peregrine House. It was some sort of parents’ weekend, and the old two-story house filled up fast. I took orders as if I had waitressed every day of my life. Until the orders started coming up… After a brief moment of panic, my recollection is that I stood in the middle of the room and said, “Okay so who had the roast beef on rye?”

By the way, I still believe him.


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