Excerpts From A Life on Planet Earth

Three days before the grand opening, a huge telephone company truck parked in front of my restaurant. Two men in hardhats emerged. One of them grabbed a jack hammer and began breaking up the sidewalk.
I rushed outside. "What are you guys doing?"
"We're diggin' a trench and layin' cable," said the one without the jackhammer. He gestured toward the giant cable spool on back of the truck.
"You'll be done in a few days, right?"
"It'll take about a month. We're going from one end to the other." He pointed several blocks down the street.
"I'm starting a new business. My grand opening is a few days away."
Within hours, dirt and broken concrete piled up, hiding the sign across the front window of my shop. Boards served as a sidewalk.
When you're operating on a shoestring, it doesn't take much to kill the enterprise. The objective now became overcoming and surviving.



This short volume is not a memoir. Rather, it is a series of short stories about lessons of life. Although we're individuals, we are connected by what we know and the values we share. What applies to one, applies to many. Instead of writing a memoir containing excruciating personal details, good and bad, of one human's life, I preferred to present a distillation of experiences laced with humor.
I have been a writer for most of my life. Or, maybe I’ve been a storyteller. It’s hard to know for sure. In the fifth grade, a poem, my first published work, Ethan Allen and the Green Boys, appeared in the school newspaper.