TOYS AND GAMES: You Look Just Like Your Father…
More and more I have people telling me I now look just like my father. Nothing makes me feel better.
Loved the kid who drove me to the airport on Friday. He said he wants to be an actor — he’s going to try and get on with Disney in Orlando then parlay that to Broadway. That led to conversation about our favorite movies. Though not far removed from high school, the kid had a deep base of movie knowledge, including The Godfather, which he counted among his favorites. You’ve got to love a kid who can talk Corleone.
This kid had found his passion in life. I love to see the glow on the face of somebody who has that going for them. Magic happens once you identify your passion. You’re lucky to do so, not everyone does.
Remember when # stood for the pound sign or what you drew on a piece of paper to play Tic-Tac-Toe?
Talk about whack-a-doodles.
At the bar last week, Patti and I ran into one of our Top-Five weirdest encountered. With his Apple computer opened in front of him, he went on a rant about how his plans to sue to government because he got detained for five hours at the airport. During that period, they had confiscated his computer, and, according to him, the computer had been compromised. All I can say is I hope it was. No telling might have been on that thing. Perhaps plans to invade Madagascar.
Later in his conversation he revealed his plans to run for President.
Thinking the worst, four of us — including the bartender — watched until he reached his car and drove off. Anything he did would not have surprised us. Made me think about buying a few shirts from the Kevlar catalogue.