Dear Sir,
Please forgive my responding to your email invitation in this public forum instead of directly to you. I am an aspiring writer in addition to my well-established role as a business magnate. As a naturally giving person, I thought your email actually represented the opportunity to share the obvious humor with my readers. You weren’t serious about that program, were you?
Filed under Funny- ha ha
In my life, I have had the opportunity to meet a personal hero. Twice.
Worried that your heroes may have feet of clay? Not me. At least- two out of two have not failed me. Maybe I’ve led a charmed life. Maybe I just have excellent taste in the people that inspire me. Doesn’t matter- I won’t question my good fortune. 🙂
Filed under Essays
Look for a blog to follow tomorrow. I met the gracious Neil Gaiman tonight. I am a very content geek!
How wonderful when our heroes do not have feet of clay! Please note- I reserve the right to recycle that thought in a later post! 🙂
[Update: OK- it wasn’t the next day but a few days later… read it here.]
Filed under Open Notebook
My wife and I have executed the SINGLE GREATEST SURPRISE in the history of our family. For the last two months, we’ve been planning an epic family vacation. We were going to take the kids to Walt Disney World.
Easter Sunday was the day and the secret was unspoiled. We enlisted the 15-year old, AKA C-Dog, in the weeks leading up to the trip. Great job all the way around. The trip to Walt Disney World (AKA Whiskey-Delta-Whiskey, Walter D. White’s house, or some other codeword designed for maximum OpSec against the elementary school crowd) remained a surprise until we woke the Noodle and the Goon (ages 7 and 5, respectively) Easter morning and told them to get dressed because they were going to see Mickey Mouse.
My wife (the Queen) and I had sketched out a broad plan for the actual travel. Flying on Southwest, our seats were not assigned. We figured that we would each pair up with one of the little guys and allow the C-Dog to sit with either of us. (Or 15 rows away, if his brothers had really annoyed him on the drive to the airport.) As it turned out once we got on the plane, my traveling companion was the Goon. Oh boy.
Filed under Essays
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