Chris Dessi comes of age

var addthis_product = 'wpp-252'; var addthis_config = {"data_track_clickback":true};Back when I was a 14-year-old kid growing up on the mean streets of Mahopac, N.Y., my father self-published a book. It was titled “Conquering the Corporate Career,” and to say I was dazzled is to delve into great understatement. My dad wrote a book! A real book! And there it was! In our nearby Waldenbooks! Wow! Wow! Wow! (Side note: This is where I first learned the art of taking a book from a back-of-the-store shelf and discreetly relocated it to the Best Sellers section). In many ways, I remain more impressed by the self-published author than someone like myself, who—by virtue of working at Sports Illustrated—lucked his way into being published by a big house. Self-publishing takes discipline and determination and a belief in the product. It’s a giant step, and it blows me away. Which is my way of saying—Christopher Dessi blows me away. A couple of months ago Chr...