If you are like most Americans, your first job was in a restaurant. Some of my earliest memories of amazement stemmed from experiences I had inside a restaurant. I remember being the curious, dreamy-eyed kid peering into the kitchen to watch sweaty, oversized men tussle with steel and fire. Chef whites, Japanese cutting tools, sweat, blood, swear words, and tears.
Always an incredible read! I learn so much from everything you write!
Onward!
You will be missed dear friend. It was a real privilege to work with you. Onward and upward.