Guests drove up on twin BMW’s. Nostalgia set in, remembering when I, too, toured the country on a motorcycle. Dangerous, exhilarating, always exciting. Lets you see the world up close and personal. Sort of like running a B&B.

Over breakfast, they revealed they were both doctors. They loved their jobs and shared delicious stories, I served Apple Pancakes, and we talked about books and deafness and what it’s like to deal with life and death on a daily basis. They loved to read. Suggested a book called “The House of God.” Anyone read it?

Running a B&B allows me to be both reclusive and social, the richest of combinations. My guests are always entertaining, always surprising, nearly always delightful. What more could anyone ask from a job?

I absolutely love what I do!  Do you?