How my mom taught me to read.

~ globalwhiz@protonmail.com

From an early age, my mom taught me to read through a radio program called “Puck the Comic Weekly.” Every Sunday, we would sit on the floor at home as she encouraged me to repeat the words from the funny comics. This approach was incredibly effective.

When I was old enough to walk with her, we would go to the San Francisco Public Library on Green Street; the image here is the same beautiful library, still in operation. We spent hours there; they had reading sessions galore, and we took several books home for my mom to read to me and to make sure I repeated the words.

Thanks to my mom, I am a maniac reader to this day and prefer reading over any other medium. I am so fortunate she cared so much about me. I am blessed with my great-granddaughter, Olivia, who is 2 years old and who loves to read with her mom. I am Olivia’s Super-Grandpa, so I send her books regularly. That makes me very, very happy.

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I’m a dreamer at heart, proudly born and raised in San Francisco—a city that covers just 49 square miles but was heaven on earth for me. Every corner of The City (as we natives affectionately call it) has been a part of my life. No area ever felt too distant. With wide eyes and an open heart, I’ve always welcomed the world around me. I find joy in creativity, wonder, and discovering new possibilities—whether that’s through international work adventures or dreaming up the next exciting idea. Even though San Francisco was my hometown, my passport has taken me to many amazing places and introduced me to wonderful people, shaping me in countless ways. I carry pieces of these experiences and friendships with me wherever I go. Above all, I treasure my family, friends, and those small, meaningful moments that keep my spirit alive and thriving. I never want my curiosity to fade away.

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