I met Bill outside of Woody Creek Tavern in Aspen, Colorado, most known for being the hangout of Hunter S. Thompson. He saw my mom's Boston Red Sox hat and started up a conversation. We're not from Boston, but he is. And, although he's been in Aspen for 42 years he still has the Boston accent. I have an uncle who lives in Boston and in high school I spent a summer there where I learned how to play jazz drums at Berklee School of Music. Although I learned to love jazz, I spent more time in Little Steve's House of Pizza then I ever did in class. I still miss that place - with the hookers, college kids, drunks, and other characters piling in for huge slices of pizza. But I digress. Bill's a quiet man - I'm actually not sure what he was doing at Woody's that afternoon. He wasn't eating or waiting to eat. He was just watching people come and go. Bill came to Aspen to get into the ski industry but when things didn't work out the way he planned he gave something else a shot - and he learned he was pretty good at it. When I asked him how he got to his advice he said, "I had pretty good mentors." I think that's an important part of success - finding the right people who can help you along the way and not being afraid to ask for help.
Sunday, August 2, 2009
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