Scott Suchman took these pictures and I made the sandwiches. At the house, which was lovely cause I could be with my dog. And we could all have giant sandwiches for lunch.
To genuinely appreciate Scott you must hear him on the phone with a non-native English speaker spelling out his name. S C O Tee Tee. S C O Teee Teeeee. So patient. So precise. So funny. That is the world for a man who takes lots of pictures at lots of restaurant. Ess Cee Oh Tee Tee.
Scott is a picture man and he is the hero of his own pictures, as he should be.
And then there is the man who wants to talk beyond the patina of his name. About the big stuff. In words. He wants to spell out his insides and how you can be like him. Your name need not be Joseph Cee A Em Pee Bee E El El. His path is not laid out in front of him step by step. His own path? He makes it with every step he takes. That’s why it’s his path. I swear on a stack of salami slices that I am not making fun of him. His words are hoagie-size quotable. And one needs words to live by when stuffing themselves on torpedoes.
The man who said, “You are the hero of your own story” also said:
“Life has no meaning. Each of us has meaning and we bring it to life. It is a waste to be asking the question when you are the answer.”
“We must be willing to let go of the life we planned so as to have the life that is waiting for us.”
“The privilege of a lifetime is being who you are.”
“If the path before you is clear, you’re probably on someone else’s.”
Okay, okay, I get it Joseph Campbell. You are making me exhausted. Now can I go back to following the path of PILING UP THE MOST MONEY BY BEING A BETTER INVESTOR? I know that money is waiting for me.
And then I will sit down and enjoy an unplanned sandwich.
The Lunch Encounter 