It was spring of 2011. I had only been an intern for a few months at Patchogue-Medford, and I was just a face to many people in the area. Barbara Moon was looking for volunteers for the first Author’s Unlimited, and I showed up decked out for work. Tie and all.’ Imagine my surprise when everyone was wearing yellow. It was my job to greet, so I stood outside the doors to St. Joseph’s Danzi Center.’ Barbara tells me I did an excellent job greeting, but I’m not sure how I could have screwed that up.’ In between bouts of providing directions, I stared at the trees across the athletic field and pondered my new profession.