Jeff Ross

And to the people listening who are going through chemo, it's you can do it.

You can do it.

Yeah.

Newark was on Clinton Avenue, it was Clinton Manor, and eventually moved to Route 22 in Union, New Jersey, where I worked there as a boy and a young man.

You know, I would ride my moped on the, you know, egg-turning lane of this highway, you know, 12 months a year to go to my family-owned catering hall where these lavish affairs would happen.

So I saw—

You know, human nature, people at their most nervous, brides, grooms, mother of the bride, father of the groom.

Like, you know, you saw people at their most intense.

I would watch the bands from a window in the kitchen.

You know, I would like peek out as a 13, 14, 15-year-old working weekends and summers making fruit cup and salads.

And, you know, I played high school football, but I had red fingernails from the cherries that I put on the fruit cups.

Everyone thought I was wearing nail polish.

And since I was the center, the punt center, they all stared at my hands.

So there were a lot of funny crossovers.

I worked parking cars there.

My grandfather and I ran the parking lot sometimes.

I worked in the hat check, like taking people's coats as a boy.

As a little boy, I rolled meatballs.

I would just sit on a big barrel of salt.

you know, canister, and I would roll meatballs for hours.