“Eisenhower.” He said. Norman responded to my question like it was no big deal. "Eisenhower?" “Eisenhower.”
Non-fiction
Breakfast at The Cottage: The Right (Old) Guy
Broke and dreamy, I had convinced myself I could become a writer. But I actually had no clue what the hell I was doing. So I scraped the barnacle off of rich people’s boats and waited tables so that I could use tips to feed myself. Then a single act changed my career’s trajectory.
Meeting Norman
Young and idealistic. Broke and in debt. I had just graduated and hoped to land my dream job - writing for a Discovery Channel show. Instead, I hustled at a local marina to stay afloat. My $10-an-hour job scraping barnacle and painting boat bottoms covered rent for my townhouse and my student loan payments. Every … Continue reading Meeting Norman