How Speechwriters LLC Saved My Life

I walked tentatively as the house number came into view: nine.  A wave of nervousness suddenly came over me as I proceeded to the front steps of the house.  No, this was not the house of a cute girl (although I was on a first date).  Inside the house was a man I had waited five years to meet: Dave Lowensohn. In the summer of 2004, a friend of mine… continue reading