In loving, living memory, John Melançon 1928 – 2007
So I asked Dad how much he'd lied to get a job...
told them I was a short-order cook. At a breakfast place. I didn't know how to crack an egg. I had two buckets of eggs I didn't crack right.
He quietly paid me and told me to go home.
He had a black guy that worked there come in a little early– he was a whizz, in no time at all he had caught up
I make a living doing web design and development with a great team
The Agaric Design Collective
I'm trying to make possible a worldwide nonviolent revolution for justice, liberty, and making more good things doable.
People Who Give a Damn
Chutzpah is 95% of life. Or at least business.
— benjamin