There are autographs from Denver athletes, doodles from busy preschoolers, and notes, notes, notes from elementary students. Very charming.
This past weekend, this lovely message hung next to our table:
Dear Big Bill,
Your pizza is the best.
I love the ravioli and the pepperoni pizza best of all.
I have heard you are very successful.
I don't want to be successful.
I want to be a teacher.
Emily, age 9
Hey. Wait a minute. What is this about?? Oh, the paragraphs I could write to overturn this philosophy of success vs. teaching. Frankly, don't get me started.
But she's nine. And I know what she means.
More power to you, sister. The future independent business owners of America need you to be their teacher.