On Being a Stay-At-Home Dad: The Morning Routine

I think the biggest challenge is the hair braiding. Yes, definitely the hair braiding.

“Daddy, I want princess hair,” our 2 yo daughter often requests. And of course, only when there’s five minutes left for the morning preschool drop-off.

“Like Elsa,” she says. “Not Anna, Elsa.”

So I rush. My fat Daddy fingers tear our hair and snap hair bands. “Owie Daddy, that hurts!” she cries. Then: “I want Mommy!”

I finally manage lopsided pigtails. One perpendicular out the left side of her head. Another out the right and slightly towards the top.

“This is princess hair?” she asks, trying to look upwards. “Like Elsa?”

I pull both pigtails together towards the middle and use a third hair band. “It is very pretty hair,” I reassure her. “Some princesses have hair like this.” “Maybe,” I add under my breath.

Her hand reaches up and touches her head. “Daddy, this isn’t Elsa hair.”

“It’s almost time for school!” I shout. “Who wants a graham cracker?”

“I do! I do!”

I had her a graham cracker bribe reward and we rush out the door.

Hello Again and Welcome Back

It’s been a long time! A lot has happened since I last wrote here. Had two beautiful girls and created a edtech startup. Although it fits into a little sentence, it was one of the most amazing and thrilling chapters of my life.

And now begins another.

I am now a part-time stay-at-home Dad. My first daughter was born when I created my startup. It was challenging to split my focus. I don’t want to do that again. The whole reason I created a company in the education space is because everything I do is for my kids. Sometimes the best way to do that is simply to be there for them, especially in their early years.

This also means, hey, I may be able to start writing again. So hello again! Welcome back.

On Hiatus

You may have noticed that I haven’t written in a while. I’ve been working on a few exciting ventures and haven’t had the free time I once had to write.

This is an official hiatus. I still love to write and will definitely return to it in earnest someday. For now, I’ll be concentrating on other priorities.

In the meantime, if you’re craving more to read, here are some nice starting points:

  • Best Of – A collection of essays that are either my personal favorites or are popular with my readers.
  • Conversations – Personally, I love conversations. I love having them and writing about them.
  • Dating – I’m no longer single (sorry ladies!), but this category seems to be one of my most popular.
  • Theories – I have lots of theories. You may not agree with them all, but perhaps some will make you go, “Hmmm.”
  • Travelng – Who doens’t like traveling? If you like reading travel stories, you’ll like this category.
  • Values – Curious about me and what makes me tick? Here are a collection of essays that reflect my core values.


The Potential Issues Social Media May Have on Children

If my wife and I have children someday, one of my roles as a father will be a social media watchdog. I use the term “social media” to refer to any kind of technology that enables communication and interaction with others, be it Internet, web or mobile.

Right now, there isn’t a whole lot of research or literature on the psychological impact of the Internet and mobile technologies on children. We are already seeing some of the effects though. I’ve seen nieces touch a TV screen, expecting it to be a touch screen. I’ve seen nephews expect instant gratification as quickly as an instant message. I’ve seen friends’ children using a web search to replace their memory of basic facts.

And, I can’t lie – to some extent, I’ve done some of this too. But at least I’m aware of this and try not to let this become a handicap. For young children, however, they don’t have this awareness yet. Such behaviors will shape their entire futures.

Since I haven’t found a single source of the potential issues a child may face when using social media, I decided to amass this list. I’m planning on using this list as a guide for what I may have to teach my children one day. They probably won’t encounter all of these, hopefully, but as a parent, I’d rather be prepared than not.

The act of publishing too much information about oneself online. There’s a fine line between appropriate sharing and over-sharing. Where that line lies will be a judgement call for each family. At a minimum, I would think child safety is a great line not to cross. There is software for parents that monitors their children’s social media usage as a way of watching out for this too.
Privacy issues
Unintentional leaks of your private information to the public. This is in contrast to over-sharing, which is the intentional sharing of your private information. Some organizations may alter their privacy policies, or have weak ones to begin with, putting your private data at risk. The best way to avoid this is to assume that whatever you put on the web will be public one day.
Cyber bullying
An extension of bullying, except done online, where taunts and insults can be anonymous, multiplied, amplified, and remain around for a long time, if not forever. When talking about bullying, it may be a good idea to discuss how to deal with both real-life and online bullying, both as a potential bully and the target of a bully.
Child predators
Malicious adults who prey on unsuspecting young children. Fortunately, cyber-crime departments of the law enforcement are getting better at nailing these people, but it’s still a concern. Since these predators don’t just operate online, talks about stranger safety should encompass both real-life and Internet interactions.
Computer security
Malicious software that can be accidentally downloaded and installed, like viruses and worms. Some teens may be more tech-savvy than their parents and will know all about this already, but young children may not. Anti-virus software isn’t enough; education on how to keep a clean system is also necessary. This includes Internet security issues, such as phishing and insecure public wifi hotspots.
Social engineering
Malicious attempts at tricking someone through some kind of social interaction (email, IM chat, text message, face-to-face interaction, etc) to gain access to his/her information. Think of it like a con job, only with social media technology. A healthy level of skepticism and common sense may help, for both children and parents.
Internet addiction
An intense desire to be on the Internet, even at the detriment of the other aspects of one’s life: health, relationships, social maturity, etc. There is still much debate over whether or not this is clinically a real addiction, but overusing anything is never a good thing. This can include the social media, the web, video games, and even mobile devices.
Erroneous information
Data that is intentionally misleading or unintentionally incorrect. Don’t trust everything you see on the web. To be safe, always go to verified sources or double-check the information. Some older school-aged children seem to be aware of this, but younger children – and parents – may not be.
Adult activities
Any kind of media portraying adults in sexual acts. It is surprisingly easy to find porn on the web. Unless you have a parental filter, your children will inevitably encounter it one day, whether it be intentionally on a porn site or unintentionally in a random video chat. Perhaps the best a parent can hope for is that their children will have a healthy & appropriate sexual education.
Illegal activities
Actions that break the law. The Internet makes many things surprisingly easy to do, like ordering illegal weapons, hacking into a federal computer system, or unknowingly breaking a foreign law. Children may assume that because something is easy and possible, it’s also acceptable and legal. It may not be.
Hate groups
Organizations that exist primarily to evangelize their intense dislike for a particular group of people. Such groups often thrive online. Children may need to be educated about the existence of such groups, especially if they may be influenced by one, or are the target of one.
Proper grammar and spelling
Forgetting or not learning proper grammatical constructs and word spellings. It’s quicker to type in shorthand than full sentences. Some technologies, like SMS and Twitter, even have character restrictions, further encouraging the use of shorthand. I don’t want to sound like a grumpy old man who’s arguing that grammar & spelling is going downhill, but parents may want to keep an eye on this nonetheless.
Words that are generally considered to be impolite and unacceptable for children. Though there are many child-safe sites out there, lots of blogs – including mine, I should say – contain profanity. Parental Internet filters will block sites with profanity in them.
Mean behavior
Words from people designed to create ill will. This, of course, is something children will face in real-life also, though misunderstandings and miscommunications are more common on the Internet. What is curt to one person is rude to another. Tempers can also run high and inhibitions low. This may be an issue for children who may be overly sensitive or insensitive.
International interactions
Encounters with people of cultures foreign to those of your family. Since the Internet is international, children may come across languages, behaviors and mannerisms from people of other cultures. This is a good thing and may provide an opportunity for a parent to teach their children about geography and other cultures, though misunderstandings and miscommunications may occur.
Dimished social connectedness
A decrease in the ability to relate to people due to heavy Internet usage. As a potential consequence of Internet addiction, some studies have reported children saying they feel alone and secluded when not using social media. Being without an Internet connection led to withdrawal symptoms such as anxiety. Others have reported a decrease in stranger empathy. Much research still needs to be done on this topic, however.

Again, this is only a swag at a list of potential issues a child may face when using social media technologies. I don’t think technology is inherently harmful. Nor do I intend to frighten parents and make it sound like the Internet is rife with problems. There are a lot of amazing advances coming from technology that will help children, such as education technologies, information access, international awareness, etc.

This list is an attempt to prepare myself for how I may need to educate my children. As with everything in life, there is always the potential to misuse social media technologies in harmful ways. By understanding what those may be, I hope to become a better-educated parent.

What do you think of this list? Did I miss anything? Is an item here really not a big deal? I would love to know what you think; all suggestions welcome. Thanks!

On Being a Social Media Watchdog

When my wife and I have kids, we decided that one of my tasks as a father will be a social media watchdog. That means monitoring our children’s social media usage and staying up on the latest & greatest Internet, web and mobile technologies that may cross their paths.

I love social media. You’ll find me on practically all of the popular services, and many of the newer ones still in “beta.” I publish frequently and share generously. But I do so with a careful eye. At least, I do now.

Way back when the word “blog” was still “web log,” I had this site. I called these writings my “Rambles.” Although most topics were personal essays that covered events in my life, many were works of fiction and some were opinion pieces & rants. It was through one of these opinion pieces that I stupidly discussed a personal issue of a friend of mine.

The friend read the piece, sent me a painful email, and I lost that friendship.

It was a hard lesson in sharing over the web. One that I will never forget; one that I will definitely teach my children someday.

Nowadays, sharing over the web is a lot more complex. Back when I started, there were no such things as privacy filters. If you published it, anyone could eventually find it (unless it was password-protected, which few did).

With the rise of social networking sites, the minutiae of who-sees-what has gotten a lot more complicated. Settings may be hard to find. You may forget to actively manage your privacy settings. Companies can change the options on you, accidentally or intentionally. Hackers could break into your account. And companies could shut down, taking all of your posts and shared items with them.

In other words, there is a thinly veiled belief of privacy that lulls some users into a false sense of security. The truth is, if you don’t want to share something with strangers, don’t post it on the web. Don’t share your password, don’t share your home address, don’t share geo-tagged photos your children or house. Abstinence is the best form of safety.

That isn’t to say sharing over the web is a bad thing. Far from it. Part of the grandeur of the web is all the fantastic things others have shared. Online communities can support, shelter and heal. News from across the world can reach you in mere seconds. Internet messaging can maintain relationships with acquaintances, people you might not otherwise talk to on a regular basis.

If you’re of the baby boomer generation, you probably remember the concept of a pen pal. For you youngun’s, that was someone your own age who lived far away, usually in another country. You and this person, this pal, would write letters to each other with a pen and paper. Hence, pen pal.

I had a pen pal once. Well, he was more like an email pal. We both were into heavy metal, so we’d exchange emails about the new bands and albums we discovered. He lived in Europe and told me all about the huge metal scene over there, while I filled him in on the American scene.

What I’ve learned over my years of Internet usage (and that encompasses the web, email, newsgroups, chat, etc) is the nuanced set of acceptable and safe behaviors. At least, I like to think so.

There’s really a range of acceptable behaviors, and it varies from online community to online community. What is acceptable in one is not in another. And even then, each individual has his/her own particular sensitivities. What offends one person may not offend another.

If that all sounds like quite a quagmire, consider all of the real-life social groups in which you belong. Your family, your classmates, your coworkers, etc. You probably have many circles of friends, each with its own set of acceptable behaviors and sensitivities. Same goes for the online world.

The big difference is you grow into each real-life social group slowly. You start with your family. Then grade school friends. Then high school friends. And so on.

Each of those groups grows with you. Each member goes through the same awkward lessons you do, even if it doesn’t feel that way at the time. Each painful lesson teaches you and shapes your social maturity. You learn to understand social cues, vocal inflections, body language, slang, pop culture, etiquette, boundaries, etc.

For young children, this is especially important. The first social group – the family – provides them with a safe, nurturing environment in which to learn how to interact appropriately.

But what if you’re thrown into a world before you’re ready to deal with it?

In the online world, the members vary in social and emotional maturity. They aren’t necessarily in the same range as you. There are some social networks that restrict by age and geography, but the majority do not because they want more users through inclusiveness rather than tighter but smaller communities through exclusiveness.

Along those same lines, a child may interact with his/her family, relatives, family friends, and neighborhood friends in real life. As parents, you can control this. Again, there are some emerging social networks that offer this kind of control, but the majority do not. The general fear – and it’s a real fear – is of predators. Individuals who seek to do harm. There’s a range of this too, from bullying to abduction. All of it scary and all of it harmful.

Also, social feedback exists online, but immature outbursts and reactions are more permanent. Amongst a group of friends, poor behavior can be excusable. It may even stay within the group, if you’re lucky. On the Internet, such behavior could live forever and be found by future employers.

One last point. The lessons on the Internet come much faster. Real life interactions are limited by geography. Children can only interact with the people around them. One of the great things about the Internet is its expansive nature. But for a child who hasn’t yet gained a sense of emotional and social maturity, the volume of interactions – not to mention information – can be staggering.

This is just off the top of my head, of course. I’m not a child psychologist, digital sociologist, or even a “social media specialist.” I’m just a concerned guy who’s trying to anticipate the potential lessons I’ll have to teach about the emerging world of social media. My views may change as I educate myself, find actual research papers on these topics, talk to people way smarter than I, and, you know, have children.

I should also add that I love the possibilities that technology offers to future generations. My children will learn, know, and do things I cannot even begin to fathom. And I don’t want to hold them back at all; the last thing I want to do is shelter them. Life is not fair nor perfect; there are bad people out there, as well as good. A dad can only tell his kids so much before they stop listening to him.

The crux of it all is really emotional and social maturity. Having a healthy sense of self, empathy for others, and understanding of society is, in my opinion, the key for navigating the online world. Since the Internet can be a firehose, my role as a social media watchdog will be to tighten the nozzle and gently release it as my children become ready for more.

San Francisco Muni Stories: The Rain Stick Pick-Up

She was sitting in front of me. A cute happa girl. Reading a book and generally minding her own business.

He came on carrying a long wooden stick and worn rucksack. Blonde dreadlocks and goatee. The weathered look of a traveler, or at least of having been outdoors a lot.

There were lots of free seats, but he decisively choose the one next to hers.

“Mind if I put this next to you?” he asked her of his long wooden stick.

She looked up from her book. “No, not at all.”

He gently placed it against the wall.

“What is it?” she asked.

“A rain stick,” he said. “It allows me to carry the weather with me. To practice what I preach.”

She lowered her book. “Oh?”

“I teach yoga,” he continued. “The rain stick is an instrument of peace and relaxation. Hearing the rain, listening to nature is the penultimate way to connect and feel everything around you. To be with and along and a part of everything. To be holistic, mentally and spiritually, with the world.”

“Wow, I’ve never thought a rain stick could symbolize that much.”

“It is the sky and the clouds and the water cleansing the earth. Cleansing all of us. You ever wonder why the sound of water is so peaceful? The sound of ocean waves or the falling rain?”

She turned to him. “I never wondered about it. It just is.”

“Exactly. It just is. It’s because it is a part of nature, as are all of us. A part of nature. A cyclical part of this world. What comes down goes through us and returns back to the sky. The rain stick is a metaphor, then, for all of us, for the cycle of life, and for peace.”

I groaned in my seat and considered putting on my headphones. But at the same time, I couldn’t turn away. I was fascinated.

“That’s pretty intense.”

He laughed. “That’s my trade. I’m still trying to find my place here. I just moved up from LA, where I had a bunch of celebrities as my students. Some are totally new age, so I guess some of that has rubbed off on me.”

“Oh, you’re from LA? How do you like San Francisco so far?”

“I love San Fran!” (First chink in the armor Ted. I think I saw her cringe a bit. Tip for non-San Franciscans: the locals here don’t like it when you call this city “San Fran.”)

“Why did you move up here?” she asked.

“The whole vibe of this city. It’s such a mecca of the creative, the artistic, the soulful and the community. For me, as a yoga instructor, I can also find a lot of work here. A lot of places are hiring. I just need to find one that speaks to me as much as I can contribute to them. Do you do yoga?”

“I try to. Sometimes I work so much that I don’t have time though, but I really should. I really should.”

“I’ll give you some free lessons to ease back into it. This art can be as quick or time-consuming as you need it. Truly, it’s very flexible. Even just a little yoga in your schedule can strengthen your body and relax your soul. For someone who works a lot, I think you would find it tremendously helpful.”

“Wow, thanks. I can’t accept your free lessons, but…”

“No need to pay me at all, really. Since I’m new in town, what would really help me out is a tour guide. This is my first time in San Fran…” (cringe) “…and if you’re willing to help me orient myself in this wonderful city of yours, I would be eternally grateful.”

The bus lurched to a stop. Great, it was my stop. Just when the conversation was getting good. I got up just as she was giving him her business card – and presumably, her number. I never knew a rain stick could be a good pick-up tool, but, hey, I guess it can. Smooth, Mr. LA Yoga Instructor, smooth.

San Francisco Muni Stories: Fast Best Friends

She got onto the bus before her mother did. Five? Maybe six? She jumped right into the first seat she saw, mother in tow.

Her little legs dangled from the seat. Big, wide eyes took in everything around her. All the strange faces, ragged smiles, hipster clothing. The San Francisco Muni can indeed be a colorful place for the uninitiated.

A few stops later, another little girl got on. Also five? Maybe six? Her mother held her hand and walked her over to a couple of seats. Right next to the first girl.

Girl #1 looked at Girl #2. She smiled. The other girl looked away. Then back. Then away. Then back.

Girl #1 said, “Hi.”

Girl #2 looked at her for a moment. Then, “Hi.”

Girl #1 said a few more things. I didn’t catch them, but it looked like quite an animated message. Her little hands flailed about excitedly.

Girl #2 smiled. Her arms stayed at her sides while she answered. She gripped her mother as the bus rocked and lurched.

This conversation continued throughout the ride. Eventually, Girl #2 released her mother and started waving them about. Then Girl #1 pulled a book out of her bag and showed it to Girl #2. The mothers smiled as their daughters pointed and laughed at pictures in the book.

Their little legs dangled and their laughter expanded throughout the bus.

Then came Girl #2’s stop. Her mother got up and took her arm. The little girl frowned. “I don’t want to go,” she told her mother.

“But this is our stop.”

“I don’t want to go,” Girl #2 repeated as she dutifully stood up.

The two girls exchanged sad glances. The mothers smiled. “How cute,” said Mother #1. “In just thirty minutes, they’ve become the best of friends.”

Girl #1 and Girl #2 said their goodbyes. Then the #2’s departed. The little girls waved at each other as the bus pulled away.

For Love of the Conversation

I love conversations. I love having them, being a part of them, listening to them, and writing about them. Looking back at all the essays I’ve written here, a large number are of conversations I’ve had or overheard. That’s no accident. Whenever I’m struck by writer’s block, I think back to an interesting conversation. Then the essay practically writes itself.

The challenge, of course, is in remembering exactly what was said. I don’t recall them word-for-word. Chalk it up to too much electronic gadgetry dependency. Therefore, much of the conversations I write employ generous heaps of creative license. Aside from compensating for a poor memory, this also helps story flow.

Ever record and transcribe an actual conversation? They are usually awkward to read. When you’re there, in the heat of the moment, every “um” and “uh” is forgiven. Forgotten, even. Our minds are great at ignoring filler words and concentrating on the main message. Within reason, of course. For some people, “ums” and “uhs” leak out like sand in their hands. But for most, “ums” and “uhs” are filtered out.

A speech or lecture is different. A speaker on stage can be severely curtailed by too many filler words. That’s why practice is so important for public speakers. The best public speakers sound like they’re reading from a well-crafted piece of paper because of constant practice. They’ve trained themselves to avoid filler words.

Fortunately for us non-professional speakers, general conversations don’t have this worry. When you’re getting coffee with a buddy or drinks with a group of friends, it’s all about the gist of the conversation. Not the mechanics of grammar or well-structured sentences.

That’s why real-life conversations look so awful on paper. Just ask any journalist who has ever given an interview. Though there’s a debate between representing an interview subject accurately (word-for-word) or editing for clarity, most interviews you read about have some level of editing. They have to. And as someone who’s been interviewed, it’s much better that way. I’d rather a journalist make me sound more grammatically correct than I actually sound.

When I’m writing about a conversation, my mind is editing it for clarity and story flow. I care less about the reader remembering the exact words of a conversation than I do the emotional connection and reaction to the back-and-forth of a conversation. It’s more fun to write that way too.

In case you’re thinking it: no, I don’t want to carry around a tape recorder or anything. Nothing kills the spontaneity of a conversation faster than knowing it’s being recorded for a blog somewhere. Maybe Tucker Max can get away with this, but not me.

I hope you enjoy reading conversations as much as I enjoy having them and writing about them. If not, give me a call and let’s have a conversation about it.

Conversations with a Barber: On Doing What You Have To Do

“I was refugee in Hong Kong for one year,” said Hiep the barber. “I no speak any Cantonese. Some Mandarin, but no Cantonese.”

“Are there many Vietnamese in Hong Kong?” I asked.


I waited until he removed his shears before shaking my head. “That sounds rough.”

“And you know, I get job. With no Cantonese, I still get job.”

I looked up at him. “How?”

He smiled. “I walk into office and ask for it. I speak some Mandarin and I…” He waved his hands around, trying to find the right words.

“Ad libbed?” I asked.

He continued waving his hands around. “I point, I move hands…”

“Ah okay. So you communicated with your hands and with a little Mandarin.”

“Yes!” he smiled again. “That is how I get job.”

He crossed behind me with an electric razor. The buzzer mumbled his next few words.

“…job in factory. I make motors for blenders. Little motors. Engineering work.”

“Pretty impressive for having no Cantonese,” I said.

“Yes. I have no experience to make motors. But I learn. Just like I have no experience with Cantonese. But I learn. I do what I have to do.”

I nodded. “That is pretty amazing. A lot of people would have a hard time doing that.”

“I have no. I need job.”

He circled around me again and started buzzing my sides. I watched him carve the wild hairs down.

“I get job for my brother too,” he continued. “All brothers. I bring them to factory. They get job too.”

“That company must have loved you then.”

“Yes. But then – I leave!” He grinned and straightened his back proudly.

“You what?”

“I leave factory! I get another job. I get another job make more money and do something else.”

I chuckled. “That’s pretty cool. Did the factory mind?”

“No, they no mad. Brothers no mad too. I get bored, want to learn something new. I saw another job, ask them to teach me, then get job.”

“Did your brothers go with you?”

He laughed and shook his head. “No, they like factory to make motors. They stay.”

The shears came back and sliced away a few errant hairs. One fell on my nose and I blew it away.

“What did you do at your new job?” I asked.

He looked around his barber shop, then pointed at the chrome handle of a chair. “You see shiny? This shiny?”

I paused. “Shiny. You mean the chrome handle?”

“Yes. This.” He tapped the handle. “I take this, dip into chemical. Make shiny.”

“Ah, so you put chrome on these materials.”

“Yes. Dip into many chemical. Not just one. Need many to make shiny. I have no experience to do this. I have to learn on job.”

I nodded. “That’s pretty impressive. Sounds like had to learn a lot there. Cantonese, a new country, new jobs…”

“Yes. Because I have to. Sometimes, you have to do what you have to do. If you have to learn, you will learn. Me, you, anyone can.”

Conversations with a Barber: On Starting a Business

“Starting a business is easy,” Hiep the barber told me.


“Yes,” he nodded. He looked at the back of my head, then trimmed a little off the side. “Being nurse or doctor, that hard.”

“I have to agree with that, but many people don’t find it easy to start a business,” I answered.

He mulled over my statement and my hair for a beat. “Business,” he started. “Is hard. Yes. Not easy to start business. But if you think this, you never start.”

He walked around to the other side of my head and pulled out the electric razor. “Better to think business is easy,” he continued. “Because if you no think this, you never start.”

“Ah, I see what you mean.”

The buzzer hummed as it started to mow my sideburns. I watched him flick the comb over my hair and trim the strands that stuck out.

“I start as delivery driver,” he said after he shut off the buzzer. “I drive truck all day. That my job before this.”

“That sounds like hard work.”

“Yes. Hard work. Then truck company cut back hour. Cut my hour to five hour a day. I start work at seven in morning. By twelve, I done. What I do then, huh?”

“Relax and watch TV?” I asked.

He laughed. “I tell you, being busy is good. Not busy lead you to trouble. I tell my sons that too. You must always be busy.”

“How did you keep busy then?”

“I tell you. I always want my own business. So I talk to friend one day. Friend wearing white coat. I ask, ‘Are you a doctor?’ Friend say, ‘No, I’m student in cosmetology school. I learn to be barber.’ I say, ‘Where school? I want to learn too.’ So I learn.”

He motioned to the clock and continued. “For one year, I drive truck from seven to twelve, then attend school from one to six.”

“It took a year to get your cosmetology license?”

“Yes, because I work too. Otherwise, only nine month. But I part-time, so one year for me.”

“That’s dedication.”

He picked up a spray bottle and misted my hair. Then he grabbed a pair of scissors and began to chop away. “I work as barber for many year. But shop far away. Long drive. So I save money and open up this shop here, to be closer to family.”

“Wow, so you learned enough about the barber business from that other shop to open up this one?”

“Yes. And I do everything myself. This whole shop, I do myself.” He pointed at the mirrors on the wall. “I put these up.” He pointed at the tiles on the ground. “I put these tiles in.” He took a step back and scanned the tiny shop. “When I first get shop, it look very different. I put everything except…” He pointed to the neon sign in the window. “I hire someone to make neon sign.” His gaze moved to the back of the shop. “And plumbers, electricians. I hire them too. I no can do that myself.”

“Wow, that’s quite a bit you had to do yourself!” I enthused.

“Yes. Lot of cleaning. Lot of painting.” I watched him smile as he surveyed his shop. “Lot of things, I do.”

“That’s a lot of hard work.”

He turned his gaze to me. “Yes. But hard is good. If easy, everyone do, right? When I open business thirteen year ago, not many barbers here. Now, more. But before, not so many.”

“That’s very true,” I nodded. “A hard business to get into means less competition.”

“Yes. Starting a business is hard. But hard is good. Tell yourself business is easy, so you start. But choose a business that is hard, because hard is good for business.”