Some advice my grandfather gave me:

Max Osterman, born in Latvia in 1890, was six months old when his family moved to Brooklyn.

In many ways his life was the embodiment of the American dream. He put himself through law school, became a sales executive for a company on Long Island, and, with his wife, Hannah, raised my mom and her sister on the Upper West Side of Manhattan.

Max was a man of few words, but these are the ones he lived by:

“Every day, take a walk, read a book, make a friend.”