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That delivery guy who owns the pizza franchise…reminds me of when I was dean of a small private college a few years back - I had just interviewed and admitted a young man, who’d seemed a bit rough around the edges but also eager to learn - into our business program. He’d mentioned something about having opened a pizza restaurant with his older brothers, and wanted to get a better handle on the “business end” of things.
Just a few days later…as I was sitting at a red light in my dented, rusty old Saab, with its perennially holey muffler, I checked my rearview and noticed a guy with very black, slicked-back hair, dressed to the nines in a white suit and pink necktie, impatiently creeping up to me in a spotless, powder-puff white Mercedes. Scorsese himself could not have scripted this better, especially seeing as how I’d suddenly realized that the guy behind me was the very same kid I’d just admitted into our business program!
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