A Pastor, Italian Guy, & Attorney Walk Into a Bar…in Mahopac, New York

The real punch line here is that I have this overwhelming sense that my fifteen minutes of fame is at about minute fourteen. Tuesday I spent another dizzying afternoon at the Fox TV studios. We filmed three segment s (two of which you can see below). The third will air next week sometime, and will feature tips on BlackFriday, and include details on Best Buy, Target, Truman’s Gentlemen’s Groomers, Groupon, and Lifesta. Once again – the people at Fox are amazing. I even ended up at a local watering hole with the producer Jason after we filmed the segments. Awesome. Best part about this whole experience on Tuesday was being able to mention both my buddy Jeremy Lichtenberger, and my hometown Mahopac. While I currently reside in Chappaqua, NY – Mahopac is still near and dear to my heart.

Fox News, Ernie Anastos, Facebook, & Me?

his past Wednesday I had one of the most amazing experiences of my life.

At 2pm I received a call from producer, Jason Hartelius at Fox. He was producing a story, and was interested in getting my opinion regarding social media – wow. “Chris, can you be here by 6:30pm”…uhm, yes, of course.

Peddle Downhill: 4 Mistakes to Avoid When Seeking Your Dream Job

I remember riding my bike that one summer day with my big brother Mark. We were riding side by side “Chips” style when it started. We’d been casually gliding down a hill around the corner from my house. We were probably on our way to a pick-up baseball game at a friend’s house. Maybe I was 10 and he was 12 – who can remember. What I do remember is that we were gliding down a hill when I decided I wasn’t going fast enough. I wanted to push it a little; you know, drop the hammer. So I started to peddle downhill. Mark, who has always been more of a break down hill type of guy, began to immediately let me know his unease with my sudden burst of peddling fury. As I began pulling past him down the hill I heard his voice trail off as I blew past, and continued down the hill “Chris, you don’t peddle downhill, you BREAK downhill”. I could barely make out the last few words, but I got the gist. I didn’t care, I wanted to peddle. By now I was hunched over, leaning into the wind which was making my eyes tear. I was peddling as hard as I could downhill. It felt amazing; I was pushing myself to the limit. It felt right, it felt comfortable; I was following my bliss, finding my voice, and peddling downhill.