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Monday, January 12, 2026

Initial Impressions 2.0 Blog #103: Snow Picnic, Exciting Laundromat, Job Applicant, etc.




1. We’ve had a snowier winter this year than in the last few so far. Granted, we haven’t had any huge storms, just a bunch of smaller ones. Going back to work after the holiday break, I had thought that the parking lot would have been plowed, boy was I wrong. According to the owners of our building, they had plow guys scheduled, but they never showed. Nice. So the employee and customer lots were a mess. It was fine for us in the back, but not for the customer lot. We have lots of people who come in who are in their 70s and 80s. Many of them are also getting their backs and hips adjusted, so the last thing they need is to be walking to or from their cars across a skating rink. That’s a lawsuit waiting to happen. The irony is that once the plow people finally showed the temperatures had risen and everything was melting, so they weren’t even needed.


2. Even though the warmer temperatures helped with the treacherous conditions in the customer parking lot, it didn’t make the employee one much better. Because it wasn’t plowed, the snow turned to a slushy mess. I was lucky enough to have to take out our trash. Not only was there a few inches of slush around the dumpster, which instantly soaked my shoes, but it was only the beginning. Apparently, the snow had been heavy and wet enough that it knocked a tree down onto the back of the dumpster. This meant that I could actually get the top opened, but only so far, since a damn tree was lying on the back. I had to slosh my way to the dumpster, put the gross trash can on my shoulder, pray nothing spilled out onto me, and then, with my other arm, lift the top about two feet and pour the garbage in. There were a few F bombs on my way back inside for sure.


3. It’s not every day that you get a copy of the film that was your first acting role. I ordered a Blu-Ray DVD copy of Cape Cod Cthulhu, my first acting role, this week. In high school back in the 90s, I spent all of my savings on a camcorder in the hopes of becoming an actor or director. Maybe I’ll never be a breakout Hollywood star, but I got to act in a film that got distributed & will soon be available to stream. Later this year, I will try my hand at producing a feature-length film. It shows you can’t ever stop chasing dreams; they don’t have expiration dates. You can order a copy of the film here: Cape Cod Cthulhu


4. In 2018, I had to take a detour from personal training and head back into cooking. It was necessary due to the financial situation. I worked at a retirement home called Mayflower Place. There, I met many people who made my return to cooking not only bearable but fun. One such person was named Alan. He was around my age, so we chatted about sports, music, and trash-talked about a few people we didn’t enjoy working with. He battled his demons in the form of alcohol. At one point, he was so bad that his skin was yellowing from advanced liver damage. He got clean and made a full recovery. It was an inspiring journey. Alan passed away suddenly and way too young this week. I have no idea what the cause was, and it really doesn’t matter at this point. He left behind a son still in high school. It definitely reminds you that your number can be called at any time. There is a GoFundMe set up to help his family with expenses. I am linking to it here if you wish to donate or share. RIP Alan. 




5. The washing machine is out of commission where I live currently, so I had to take a trip out to the laundromat. Major first-world problems that I had to driving to wash my clothes. It gave me the opportunity for one of my favorite spectator sports, people watching. It was a slow time at the laundromat, so there were slim pickings for people. There was nobody weird, which was sad. The highlight for me was a little girl who had to be 4 years old. She was so happy to be there that she was singing and squeaking in these high tones. It wasn’t an isolated incident either. I was in there probably a total of 20 minutes, and she squeaked and squealed and sang the entire time. It was pretty funny and very cute. Considering she was in a laundromat, I wonder how excited she gets going to McDonald’s or a toy store, or something like that?


6. I finished the first season of The Paper, the spin-off of The Office, and I enjoyed it. I say ‘first season’ because the show was renewed before even debuting in September 2025, and there should be new episodes probably by the end of this year. If you watch the show, try not to compare it to The Office. It’s not that, and it’s such tough expectations to live up to. I found it to be a fun watch, with some likable characters. It’s about the documentary crew from The Office working on their next project, which is a struggling Ohio newspaper. There are some connections to The Office, but it mostly stands on its own. I’m trying not to give spoilers if you want to binge all 10 episodes on your own. It’s weird how in this streaming world, a ‘season’ of television is usually 10 episodes or fewer. My hope is that The Paper gets several seasons to really flesh out characters and stories. I mean, The Office had 201 episodes, hopefully The Paper can get close to half of that.



7. At my job, we are passively looking for a new person to come aboard. They would be a part-time trainer and chiropractic assistant. This would allow us to open up some more time in the schedule for patients and clients. I say passively because there’s no push for it currently, but if someone comes along, we definitely give them a look. Several months ago, a stereotypical trainer applied. He was incredibly rude and condescending not only to our office manager but to my boss as well, referring to him by his name and not ‘doctor.’ I mean, if you’re applying for a job and you call the boss Joe and not Dr. Joe when he’s a doctor, it’s a sign that you’re a jackass and we don’t want you working with us. Flash forward to this week, and we get an application. This guy is looking for some part-time PT work and even name-drops me, saying I went to his gym. I had no idea who he was. Our office manager started feeling like it was deja vu, so she searched his email address in our archives. Sure enough, it was the same guy from before. He basically acted as though he had never applied before. Sorry pal, we’re way smarter than you think. I had to laugh at his nerve and also his complete stupidity. Hard pass.


8. Like many people, I have begun the new year with an eye on getting in better physical shape. It is a lot of eating better, tracking calories, and obviously hitting the gym. It is a struggle between a slow and steady pace and trying to reach the goal as fast as possible. I am straddling that line. I figure the more I do at the gym, the more it loosens the reins as far as the amount of calories I can have. I use a Fitbit to track my activity. I’m actually wearing it as I type this, not burning many calories now, though. Anyway, it will adjust my settings according to how hard I am training. I realized this week that I must be working hard. That is because my Fitbit said that I had exercised 6 out of the last 5 days. Yes, that’s not a typo. I guess I have been going so hard since 2026 began that my workload was the equivalent of working out an extra day’s worth. Needless to say, to avoid falling off hard, I’ve had to scale down my training. I’d rather need an extra month to hit my goal weight than fall off totally and have to start over, or worse, start from a worse position somewhere later this year.


9. This year has begun with me working on the first draft of the script I am writing for my hopeful first feature-length film project set to happen later this summer. As of this writing, I am on Page 32 of what I think will be 70. It’s a step out of my comfort zone, but I feel like I am improving with each day I work on it. This script work is having an unintended benefit. If I can get good at drafting scripts, who's to say I can’t start creating them for other projects? One such idea is a potential television show based on my experiences working in the restaurant business. It would be set in the 1990s and would be a wacky comedy with heart. Sort of like The Office, where you’d have crazy things happen, but it’s also character and relationship-driven. In maybe half an hour, I came up with more than 60 potential story beats for the show. Some of them could be expanded upon, some are crazy enough as is. I feel like these stories, the characters and relationships, along with the nostalgic setting of the 90s, would make it a fun show to watch. I am messing around with the idea now, but I am a little more serious about seeing if I could do this. Of course, the first question is: How do you pitch a television show pilot? One step at a time.

The setting of a future TV show?


10. I have worked as a personal trainer in my daily life for 10 years. I have several other certifications to my credit and have trained hundreds of people toward living better lives. Despite thinking I might have some knowledge in the area of fitness, I have to laugh at the fact that those closest to me either never ask me for health and fitness advice, or they do, but don’t actually do anything I recommend. I don’t make these huge sweeping life-changing suggestions. I advise on small, incremental changes that are sustainable. Still, no follow-through from family and friends. I wonder if it is like this for people in other fields. Do doctors, lawyers, teachers, and others have their closest friends and family ask them advice and then just not follow it? I feel that with me, it’s like if I can’t guarantee the maximum impact for the least amount of effort, nobody is interested. Taking creatine is great. Oh wait, what? I have to actually exercise with it to get the most benefits? It’s like taking a diet pill and gorging on fast food. You only get out what you put in.




Thursday, September 12, 2024

4 Years Alcohol-Free: How I Got Here & Why I Stay Here




     September 12, 2024, is a milestone as I pass four years alcohol-free.

     Many of you know my story of how and why I did it. I will give a bit of an overview for those who might not know.


     How? It was simple and yet arduous. I had to quit cold turkey. September 12, 2020, the first night without alcohol after drinking nearly every night for close to three years was incredibly difficult. I essentially had to tie myself to my couch and bribe myself by saying I could do pretty much anything else except for drinking alcohol.

     Alcohol had been my nearest and dearest confidant for so long that giving it up was a big change. It took weeks to feel like the change might last. After that, it was a matter of being diligent but also easy on myself. That meant doing pretty much whatever I had to do to keep me from drinking. This included eating loads of bad foods to replace the hole left by alcohol.

     Naturally, this led to a weight gain issue but I figured it was better than the alcohol issue. I did my best to not totally lose who I was as I tried to remember who I was before alcohol. I parlayed my lucid evenings I now had into an idea for a podcast which ended up being the thing I focused on to keep booze in the rearview mirror.

     Why did I quit drinking? The short answer is I had finally run out of excuses not to. My last drink I had was on September 11th and I said I ‘had’ to drink to mourn those we lost on 9/11. Noble? Maybe. Not the way I meant it. Like I said it was my last excuse to continue down a road that had led me so far from who I wanted to be.


Sunset on September 11, 2020


     Alcoholism runs in my family so I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t know falling into that pool was possible. I just thought I was stronger than that. I wasn’t. There were extenuating circumstances that started me down that road.

     Losing one of my oldest friends, Matt, suddenly close to Christmas in 2017 was tough, especially because I’d had the chance to speak to him a few days before but passed on it because I was tired from work. The guilt I felt was tough to take sober so I started drinking to numb it.

     In the past, I had been able to drink once a week or something like that, you know, have a few drinks but not have it become my defining characteristic. My friend’s death shattered the illusion that I had control.

     I battled being basically a day from being flat broke. Not getting the hours I needed in a new career I had begun as a personal trainer made me question my choices. I had no cash, had maxed out my credit cards, and was so broke that I couldn’t even afford a bottled water and protein bar at a supermarket. I had my card declined and had to return the bar.

     I had to borrow money from a client I was training in-home to stabilize my life. I hate being in debt to people so this was a hard pill to swallow. Over time I had to go back into cooking for a consistent paycheck. These things only strengthened my bond with alcohol.

     The first half of 2019 saw my hero, my Grampa deteriorate and ultimately pass due to Alzheimer’s. Being there every step of the decline was a trauma I’ve honestly yet to get over. I’d go from visiting him at the facility to drinking as soon as I left to wash the pain from my heart.


If I can be half of who he was I will have lived a successful life.


     My drinking only got worse coping with Grampa’s loss. Then came Covid. Mere weeks before I had left my cooking job at a retirement home where his wife, my Nina, was a resident. I wanted to take another retirement home job with fewer hours so I could refocus on personal training.

     I got to the new job with fewer hours and Covid hit. I was stuck there and couldn’t do any training. Worst of all my Nina was stuck on the inside at my old job. The family couldn’t see her except through her window. If I hadn’t been so impatient I might have stayed there and been on the inside to comfort my Nina. Again, that is a guilt I have yet to get over.

     Flash forward about six months. I had run out of excuses to drink besides admitting I was a weak, sad, addict that was not in control of his life. Up to that point I had suffered in silence. This was both in my drinking and my coping with the losses of my friend Matt and my Grampa.

     It was a tough go but day by day I’ve made it to where I am now. But why do I stay alcohol-free? Surely I could attempt to go back to being a ‘social drinker’ right? The funny thing is that the further I got from alcohol the more I realized I didn’t need it, and I never did.

     Looking back over my life I can say there is nothing I did or experienced that was made better with alcohol. I didn’t miss it. What I started noticing was that my own story of recovering from alcohol dependency was inspiring others. I finally opened up about my weakness and the fight I’d been going through and it resonated with people. My family and friends were proud of me.

     This leads to two of the biggest reasons I choose to remain alcohol-free. My sister Ashley and my Uncle Bob. Both of them battled their own demons and had broken free of alcohol. They were both so proud of me and I felt that if I took a risk of even one drink I’d be letting them down.

     If I went back to drinking I’d be just another person to fall off the wagon. Just another person to talk a big game but gave up when rough patches came. And came they did.

     I lost my Nina in 2021, lost my Aunt Brenda and old friend Pete in 2022, and lost my Uncle Eric in 2023. I faced them all without the crutch of alcohol. In the four years since I last had a drink the only time I came close to falling off the wagon was when my Uncle Eric died. He had been like a father to me and I hadn’t been there at the end when he was dying of cancer. In fact, I learned of his death the day after it happened. It is a trauma that remains an open wound. I am currently listening to a Hawaiian music station on Pandora that includes many songs Uncle Eric shared with me. This is because this music makes me remember him and helps me to go to the places I have to go to share these experiences.

     I sat in the parking lot of a liquor store I used to visit so much that they knew when I changed my ‘normal’ order. In my mind it didn’t matter if I didn’t drink, I was going to die someday so why not just do what you want, right? My memories of Uncle Eric stopped me from going inside. I thought how upset he’d be if he knew I was using his death as an excuse to start drinking again.


Trying to live the life those I've lost would want for me.



     A few weeks before writing this I was listening to a podcast by a guy named Mark Manson. I have become a huge fan of his in 2024 including reading both of his books. His podcast is a part of a deep personal development journey I’ve been on in 2024. I need to build from the ashes of the last several years mentally. I might have stopped drinking but losing so many people close to me in short order drained me.

     On this particular episode of Mark Manson’s podcast, he was doing a Q&A. A question he answered has profoundly affected me since I heard it.

     The question was from someone who had recently lost a family member and they wanted to know the best way to honor them going forward. Manson’s reply was that they should try to live a life that their lost family member would want for them.

     It floored me. I immediately thought of those I had lost. Am I living the life Grampa would want for me? Or Nina? Or Uncle Eric? I don’t think I am. I don’t think I am extremely far from what they’d want for me, but I’m far enough away in my mind that it’s got me looking at my entire life.

     The idea of being an inspiration rather than a cautionary tale is a pressure I’m willing to accept. I don’t have many responsibilities. No wife. No kids. No real attachments. It’s a blessing and a curse. I’d love the security of a family and a house. However, I also love the fact that I can pack and go on a road trip without anything to stop me.

     No matter what if any changes I make in the next year of my life one change that I won’t make is letting alcohol back into my life. It does me no good. If it does you good that’s fine, to each their own. However, if you feel it’s way too big a part of your life and you want to give it up just know that you can.

     If I could do it so can you. My journey is not unique but if it can inspire anyone looking to give up alcohol to do so then I am happy to share my journey.

     It’s been four years since I last had a drink. 1,462 days and counting. Life can still be tough sometimes but it’s about finding better ways to cope with the curve balls. 

It's a long and winding road that is life.




Friday, July 26, 2024

Thank You, Jack



     Jack Connors doesn’t need me to eulogize him. His passing made headlines in the local newspapers and nightly news. At the end of this, I will link to his obituary for those who might have no idea who he is.
     In short, he was a legend in Boston-based advertising and a dominating force in philanthropy for decades. Money, fame, respect, he had it all. So no, Jack doesn’t need me to eulogize him. So I’m not going to.
     Instead what I am going to do is tell a little story about the Jack Connors that I knew and that I owed so much to.
     My first introduction to Jack occurred in 2006. He had a summer home near the Marshside Restaurant where I had worked in Dennis on Cape Cod for years. Jack was a frequent patron of our rustic but beloved establishment. It was a homey place with delicious food that ran the gamut from pancakes and lobster rolls to prime rib and turkey clubs. We had a staff that was more like family, many of us working together for ten or more years.


Closing time at the original Marshside



     I describe the Marshside in this way not just because it’s how I feel, but because it’s how Jack felt. This came into play when the opportunity came for him to buy the restaurant.
     Now, I was not privy to why Marylou who had owned it for decades was selling. I knew our building needed a good amount of work. We sometimes skated by on inspections due to people knowing people. And don’t get me started about our barn across the parking lot which doubled as a prep room and food storage area. That being said the restaurant was always immaculately clean and we all took great pains to keep things that way on the inside even if the outside looked like it might fall over.
     Whatever her reason was Marylou and Jack made a deal in 2007. He would buy the Marshside and be essentially a silent owner while Marylou continued to run the day-to-day operations. Whether it had been dire straits for the business or not it would continue on thanks to Jack.
     This is where the true measure of who Jack was as a person became apparent to us who worked there.
     The staff was told by Marylou of the plans. The Marshside was being sold to Jack with her staying on in basically a General Manager role. We would close at the end of August. After that, the rustic clam shack was to be torn down with a new more modern restaurant arising in its place in time for the following summer.


Some of the crew from those final days of the original Marshside



     We made plans for a big final shindig at the old Marsh. Everything must go. We closed that night for service and then ate, drank, were merry, and took nearly everything that wasn’t nailed down. I still have counter chairs and glass fish plates kids used to this day. We also took food and of course booze(open bottles only). I mean hey it was going to be thrown away right? I only took a bottle of Jack Daniels.
     The next week all that was left of the Marshside was a hole in the ground. Even the barn that had served as our prep room and food storage area was torn down.
     But what of us? What of the loyal staff?
     Before we left on the day that Marylou had first announced the sale of the restaurant she asked me, and several others if we planned on coming back when the new place opened. I said yes. That is when my mind was blown.
     She told me that the plan was for Jack to pay me, full-time, for the entire time the restaurant was being rebuilt. I was to be paid to stay at home. Out of sheer kindness and respect this man who didn’t know us really, or owe us anything, was going to spend likely what amounted to easily over six figures to keep us on for when the new Marshside opened.


Standing in the hole where the Marshside once stood



     He didn’t have to do that. Jack could have easily let us all go and brought in his own staff. He surely knew some heavy hitters in the Boston restaurant scene that could have helped launch his new venture. But no, he lived up to his word.
     I was paid a 40-hour salary for what ended up being nine months. Nine. Months.
     This allowed me the opportunity to write several books and spend countless afternoons at the Cape Cod Community College library. This was thanks to Jack.
     Now, don’t get me wrong, as much as I knew it would end I had days where I wished I could just live the life of a writer getting paid and hanging out in the library. When the time came to reopen in June I was there.
     I vividly remember sitting in the sparkling new restaurant with the rest of the crew. Jack held court and gave us the rundown of what was to happen from that moment on. He also explained why he undertook this endeavor.
     In what I would come to really appreciate Jack gave a very dry humorous explanation. He said he was looking for new ways to lose money. We had no idea at the time that it had already cost him several million dollars to go from a clam shack to a modern casual dining establishment. Sure it hardly made a dent in his overall wealth, but that’s a large chunk of change.
     I cannot say for sure but I believe it took at least a few years for the restaurant to turn a profit for Jack.

     We on the staff definitely earned some of the money Jack had paid during the time off during those first weeks of reopening. I know that I worked 110 hours in that first week alone. That’s no typo, and that was a lot of overtime. Roughly 8am to 11pm, give or take, every day. Still, we did it because it was our form of payback for Jack’s confidence in us.
     Then came a hard left turn. In the spring of 2010 Marylou, our leader, our guiding light, and one of the hardest-working people I’ve ever known, suddenly passed away. This took Jack from a silent owner to having to be right on the front lines. There is no way it was what he wanted or expected, but he did it out of respect for Marylou.


Before opening at the new Marshside



     The 2010 season was tough, but we all banded together and made it through for Marylou. After that though, after the care and respect that Jack showed us. After he continued the Marshside when he could have easily said ‘This isn’t working for me,’ and sold it or closed it. I can only speak for myself but I know I stayed to return the favor of respect to Jack.
     Despite being worth a staggering amount of money. Despite being known and respected throughout the country. Despite having the option to be the stereotypical ‘rich man’ Jack went the opposite way. He would come into the restaurant through the kitchen like the staff, making a point to shake hands or hug everyone he crossed paths with.
     Jack would make you feel important when he had no obligation to. He did it because he was a decent human. He wasn’t born rich and I think that helped him remember that we all are humans doing the best we can to navigate through life.
     I ended up staying working in the kitchen at the Marshside for much longer than I intended to. This boiled down to two things. One was my true and honest feelings that those I worked with, especially those I worked with for many years, were family and I owed it to them. The second thing was the gratitude to Jack.
     I don’t know if the Marshside needed saving when he bought it. If it did or didn’t the bottom line is that it is still going strong today because of the work and the money he put into it. His legacy is so far beyond rebuilding the Marshside, but to me, that is his defining achievement because it affected me personally.





     I kept my job because of Jack. I was paid, full-time, to sit at home for nine months because of Jack. I learned that wealth doesn’t have to make you a cold and uncaring person because of Jack. I called him Mr. Connors the first time I met him but he softly insisted I call him Jack.
     I was honestly surprised at how much hearing that he had died hit me, but I shouldn’t have been. Just how he approached us in the days after Marylou’s death earned him all of the loyalty and respect I could offer.
     There are so many who knew Jack far better than me. He had a wonderful family, at least who I met, and my heart goes out to them, especially his wife Eileen. Like I said at the top, Jack Connors doesn’t need me to eulogize him, and his family doesn’t need me to either. That being said it can’t hurt for them to hear how Jack positively affected me, and I’m just some random line cook who happened to work at his happiest ‘money loser’ that he had.
     I will end this off by simply saying thank you Jack for everything. You lived a great and important life sir, rest in peace.


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Jack Connors Obituary

Thursday, January 11, 2024

Restaurant Storytime II: That's Not A Tomato - In My Footsteps Podcast Episode 25(6-17-2021)



The second installment of Restaurant Storytime heads way back to the 1990s. In this story a teenage dishwasher, still new to the restaurant industry, is forced to take action. What will the dishwasher do when a trip across a gravel parking lot turns into an unwanted food fight? Will they retreat or will they fight back? Enjoy some laughs at this wacky true story from 30 years ago. Listen to the full In My Footsteps Podcast Episode 25 here: https://www.buzzsprout.com/1439866/8659136 To listen to more episodes click here: https://inmyfootstepspodcast.buzzsprout.com/ Purchase a DVD copy of the Lady of the Dunes documentary here: https://www.oldies.com/product-view/1176D.html Purchase the new book Searching for the Lady of the Dunes written by 12th Generation Cape Codder Christopher Setterlund at https://theladyofthedunes.com/


Wednesday, December 13, 2023

In My Footsteps Podcast Episode 124: Most Annoying Christmas Songs Ever, Nighttime Photo (Mis)Adventures, Kraft Holiday Recipes Show, Colonel Sanders(12-13-2023)

 


Annoying Christmas Songs? A Kraft cooking infomercial disguised as a children's Christmas movie? Drunk nighttime photography? It's a fever dream masquerading as a winter wonderland on Episode 124 of the podcast.
We begin with a new Dedication to the Craft segment dealing with nighttime photography. There will be some helpful tips on getting the most out of shooting after dark. There will also be some hilarious and head-scratching stories of previous night photo shoots for your entertainment.
Christmas music can add a warm, fuzzy feeling to anyone's holiday season. This week's Top 5 will not be featuring those songs. The return of Me v. AI Top 5 showcases the most annoying Christmas songs ever released. Yes, even ChatGPT had choices for annoying music.
Kids have their favorite holiday specials to watch each year. Many of them debuted in years long gone by.  One Christmas movie that might have slipped through the cracks of 80s kids' minds comes back to the forefront as we go way Back In the Day. The Christmas Toy, created by Jim Henson Studios, debuted in 1986. However, the movie itself is not the most interesting part. No, that goes to the fact that Kraft sponsored the entire show. This meant that in place of commercials, there were nonstop Kraft Holiday Recipes to be shared!
There is also a brand new This Week In History and Time Capsule looking back at the death and legacy of Col. Harland Sanders, founder of Kentucky Fried Chicken.
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