Two hot dogs, with love

Hi Mom,

At noon today I ate two hot dogs in honor of Deborah Weisserman.

She was a really rare sort—what she built in terms of her family, her business and her relationships never ceased to amaze me.

I feel so lucky to have worked at the store with her, Harold and Maureen, to have eaten cinnamon rolls, bagels and melba toast with tuna salad from the bathroom/kitchen, and watched her make everyone’s occasion so incedibly special.

They really made me part of the family.

Deborah had chutzpah, class and so much love. I loved the stories she told, the way she told them, and how at the end of the day she decided it was just as easy to write on the computer tower as to type on the darn machine.

Plus, as she always used to say, she raised good kids.

Two hot dogs, all the fixin's. And many fond memories.

Love,
Karen