Mike Rowe

If you follow this page, you know that I was in Palm Springs yesterday, delivering a keynote to a room full of big-shots. At some point in my remarks, I made mention of my mother, and the crowd erupted in applause. At first, I wasn’t sure why they were clapping. My mother wasn’t there, after all. I just mentioned her name in the context of some larger point, and the crowd started clapping. “How’s she doing?” someone yelled. “When is her next book coming out?” someone else wondered. “Tell her Steve from Idaho said ‘Happy Birthday,’” said someone named Steve Read More

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