"Yes, I was very lucky to have my first job all set before Thanksgiving of my senior year at Alfred University. That was only the beginning of determining what I really wanted and who wanted me. My stint in “Big Eight” public accounting was the most miserable 10 months of my life. At the same time my dad was about to have major open heart surgery and I opted to return home to Poughkeepsie to help. About a year later my dad, age 53, died of a massive heart attack leaving me (age 24) and my younger brother (age 21) to manage his very successful printing company. This challenge forced me to grow personally and professionally.
Seven years later, with no plans and recently married, I just walked away from the family business much to everyone’s surprise. I worked as a “marketing consultant” with several local companies while attempting to find my calling. Finally, on Father’s Day June 1993, my sister and her future husband were enjoying my homemade fresh salsa when they said I should sell it. The rest is history."