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Year 1 week 3: Down the Rabbit Hole

“It’s no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then.”
― Lewis Carroll Alice in Wonderland

I put the headphones on my skull and turned the volume up to 8. “If it’s too loud you’re too old.”, I thought as I eased my weary hide into the plush confines of my leather recliner.  Jefferson Airplane’s “White Rabbit”  swirled in my brain as I reflected on the days events.

Dave and I did it. With the help of Michelle my beautiful wife, we completed our first successful event. We made a  profit. It wasn’t perfect, but it was satisfying.

Grace Slick warbled the psychedelic hippy anthem in my ear, “…one pill makes you larger…”

All the fear, all the doubt, all the insecurities and B.S. that haunted my mind were gone. All the frustration, all the questions and all the fear associated with running a successful food truck melted away. I felt at peace.

Dave, with his Cheshire grin, was masterful in the truck. Focused, driven, and calm he produced meals effortlessly; selflessly. The guy looked like he was working in a kitchen his entire life. Dave has soul and I love him for that.

Michelle worked the window with that gorgeous southern drawl that I fell in love with the first day I heard her voice. Burgers and empanadas  flew out the window with ease.

And I, the Mad Hatter, joyously flipped burgers on the grill, flambe’d bananas Foster on the saute station, and ladled out bacon jam carefully, lovingly in a single-minded desire to feed the masses something unique.

It wasn’t that long ago that I was at a dead-end job, unfulfilled and punching the clock like millions of other blue-collar  zombies trying to make a difference inside the big machine. I felt free for the first time in many years and it was all due to Dave and my diligence, sweat, money and time and the support and love of our friends and family. Our dream had become reality.  Rarely are dreams are validated, legitimized and made concrete.

The Airplane droned on,”…and the white knight is talking backwards…”  I thought about the Hippies at Woodstock. I wondered if they would enjoy The Guerrilla Burger. I always had a special place in my heart for that generation. Some of them fought and died in Vietnam while others stayed stateside and protested. They stopped a war with music and art.

White Rabbit reached it’s  crescendo, ” FEED YOUR HEAD… FEED YOUR HEAD.”

I think the Hippies would have loved the Guerrilla Burger.