25 Years Ago
On this day, twenty five years ago, I walked down the isle toward the front of the church where my husband-to-be stood waiting. Escorted by my father, and wearing a lovely gown made by my mother, I took step after careful step toward the man I loved. We first met across a desk as I interviewed him for a job. Fred was just out of college and interviewing for his first “real” job, the job that would begin his career. I had been out of college just a couple of years myself, and this was the first job of my career as well. He was so smart and perfectly qualified for the job. The small food processor I worked for operated in a former gas station – a “service station”. You know, from back in the day, when you could pull into a service station where they pumped your gas, checked your oil, and cleaned your windshield, and you could get someone to work on your car in neeed. The job paid little, not really enough to live on. The company always hired entry level food technologists for the ...