First Impressions That Last
Mr. Mitchell— I still remember the first time I met you—I was 14, nervous as hell, coming over to your home for dinner with Kassandra. You grilled what’s still, hands down, the best steak (meat) I’ve ever had. But what really stuck with me was when you looked over to your right at me at the table, like, “Who is this kid, and what are his intentions?” You didn’t need to say much—you knew how to put the fear of God in me, and honestly, it stuck with me to this day. You were the first girlfriend’s dad I ever met, and you made sure I knew I had to earn your respect. You set the bar high as it should be. I always respected you for that—and in a lot of ways, looked up to you too. That moment left a mark on me, and I’ve never forgotten it. Steaks are on me next time. I’ll be back again soon. - James W.
