It started at a restaurant.
In 1995, I was working the closing shift at Arborg’s newest, coolest, hippest restaurant, “The Wild Apple.” At the helm, two guys barely who were barely 22 years old working with servers who were also under 22 years old. My eight-hour shifts flew by as I served pasta primavera and Reuben sandwiches.
As I finished up for the night, *Bert the chef tuned the kitchen radio to the Winnipeg Goldeyes baseball game. So much for rocking out to mid-90s music and Bob Seger.
It was the first game of the season, we caught the anthems. I said, “That’s what I want to do.”
“What?”
“Sing the anthem.”
“Then do it,” said Bert. “The worst thing in life is to have regrets.”
A few months later, I moved to Winnipeg to attend the University of Manitoba. Three weeks later, I withdrew from the University of Manitoba. At least I was able to use their skating facility for the remainder of the year. Proving education is never a waste.
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