How to Reach for the American Dream...(And Not Get It!)

My first day of school, I cried all day. Hell, I cried all year. Decades later I found out why when a friend I hadn’t seen since grade school told me I cried so much he remembered what I wore that first day of kindergarten. I was taken aback.
Smiling, he shook his head from side to side, “Larry, you were wearing a white shirt, white pants, red suspenders, and a little red bow tie.”
“No wonder I cried. My mother dressed me like a midget milkman.”
She knew I had to be noticed. I was going into the world...