I was up at 3:45am to work a side job with a private limousine service taking people from Tahoe to the Reno airport. It meant going to bed by 9:30pm and required missing my first ball-drop in Susie recorded memory.
At 6am, I had already delivered my first of five passengers for the day to their curbside destination. I was driving back to Tahoe on I-80 looking over my left shoulder to the horizon. The first light had started to illuminate the sky to the east silhouetting the pine trees along the ridge tops. The sky to the west was still asleep in darkness. House lights speckled the wooded hillside and sparkled in the distance. The sun would not crest for another hour but pink and orange were already kissing the scattered clouds overhead. It was one of those memorable sunrises. Made even more symbolic by the New Year. Hence, the feeling of hope and possibility for the pursuit of my new food career.
I don’t have kids. And if I don’t have a family in my lifetime, it doesn’t mean I can’t completely and selfishly devote myself to something that will last longer in this world than me. My commitment to changing the food system is ‘my baby.” Hearing Fitz characterize his transition validated my own.