Great men are not born great, they grow great. -Mario Puzo, The Godfather My mother always taught to surround myself with those whom I admire, for it is when we do so that we grow into traits of greatness and into better versions of ourselves. Earlier this week I spent three days with five of
THE WHEATIES OF THE MIND.
I have always loved cereal, in fact, probably too much. The only fights I ever had with my brother Nick during our childhood were over who finished the last bit of a cereal box or who poured themselves a bigger bowl. We especially loved laying personal claim to Wheaties, the cereal of champions, with the