Live to work, but work to live
If you look closely at this picture you will see someone sleeping in this car. This is is not a homeless person. This is not a poor...
My father was only 14 when he came to this country from Greece. True to form, he worked in the restaurant business for many years, hoping to one day open his own establishment. Eventually, he fulfilled his dream when he opened a small restaurant in Central, NJ. When I was 14 years old –note the symmetry here– I began waitressing there, after school and on weekends. Little did I know that I’d still be there, 14 years later. But here I am, and I am embracing it—one day at a time.
I started this blog to share my experiences, rants, insights, lessons, and journey in life, all tying back to the diner. Enjoy! :)