Remember, who you were, at eighteen, bring her or him back, if they’ve gotten lost in the
woods of disappointment.
One foot off the ground, eyes pinned to the crest of creativity, at eighteen all I wanted was freedom and adventures. I wasn’t ever going to get married, and be tied down. Hah, this is the path I took, sometimes Mount Disappointment.
I am a creative Nonfiction author, lifestyle columnist, and mob historian. Personally a free-style chef, historic preservationist, trailblazer, swimmer, and manic Rolling Stones listener.
Since 1997 I have renovated historic homes and converted them into vacation rentals.
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