The other day, my husband, Richard, received a shocking phone call. Our friend, James, was dead at fifty-four years old. When my husband told me, I just looked at him in disbelief. James couldn’t possibly be dead…not old James as I lovingly called him.
When my husband and I started our janitorial business in

Debi Drecksler's passion is writing for and about the "guy on the street."

