Lunch With A Friend

I met the inestimable Mr. Schprock yesterday for lunch. It was a bit surreal at first; meeting someone I’ve only known by merit. I guess it’s like meeting a disc jockey or a famed author. There is a certain mental image you draw of a person, and it is always interesting to see how close you came to the target. Mr. Schprock has posted pictures of himself on his blog, so his was probably the bigger adjustment. I don’t look much like Wyatt Earp, the likeness of whom I chose as my avatar, after all.

As an aside, don’t you think Wyatt Earp looks a little like Kurt Russell?

Mr. Schprock is as likeable and personable as you would expect from someone who delights his blog buddies with wonderful posts and thoughtful comments. It was an honor.

Today I need to make some progress at work. I got lost on the way back from lunch, which challenged the inner navigator in me—and of course, like the guy I am, I didn’t ask for directions. So I was gone more than I had planned.

Jackson called to say good morning. He handed me over to my wife, while he and Emmett rewound a scene from the Wiggles of Greg prancing in a tutu. Just one more advantage of Tivo. Emmett gave my wife a kiss this morning, then looked her in the eyes and said, “High five momma.”