Busted out: the D.A. has set up shop in Housing Court. It's there to displace big-time drug dealers. Who gets evicted is often another matter.(New ... Program): An article from: City Limits
My mother worked as a caterer. From as early as I can remember, it was me and my younger sister lugging the soup pots and cookie trays and shrimp skewers from our kitchen into the van, then arriving at a client's house and trying to make them feel comfortable in their own home.
It was an incredible social experiment for a young child. I learned how to schmooze with the folks that hired us, and the dishwashers I worked with.
I grew up fast this way. I felt most at home in other people's houses, at peace and at my best in a crowd of strangers.
Which is what I do now. Meet people I don't know, talk to them about what they do and how they see the world. Then I write it all down. Best job ever.