Friday, May 30, 2014
A Chili Trick
Page Two Hundred Forty-Three.
The next time you make chili, add a dab of dark chocolate to it. Just a touch. It'll be great. WOW!!!
Thursday, May 29, 2014
Quito. Chapter 9. Watch Out
Page Two Hundred Forty-Two.
The next afternoon, Quito and the kids went to the recently completed, beautiful, shiny, new Shaker Heights police station to report the situation of the evening prior. They were glad to see that all those parking tickets their neighborhood police officers handed out went to such a good cause as this grand building.
They told the police everything... the entire story.
"She sure does sound like a spoiled brat", said Officer O'Grady.
"And it still hurts like a son-of-a-gun", said Thomas while gently pulling back the Scooby-Doo design band-aid and showing his battle injury to the policeman. Officer O'Grady looked at it and promptly threw-up all over his over-sized, oak desk as he was sensitive to the sight of any skin abnormality. He'd obviously had chili dressed with extra sharp cheddar cheese for lunch. in fact, his throw-up sort of matched his desk. The sight of his throw-up then made Jackson throw-up all over the purple and red Persian rug because he was sensitive to the sight of anybody doing anything gross. But Jackson only had a bowl of Froot Loops for his mid-day meal so at least his vomit was colorful.
The five of them proceeded to walk home after helping to clean up the desk and carpet of officer O'Grady. The cleaning job was disgusting but had to be done and Quito and all the kids felt obliged to help out. As they were walking up sumptuous, luxurious Shaker Boulevard toward home, the sun was shining down on them with bright, orange-yellow warmth; the sky was the same sweet blue as a blue raspberry popsicle; up above a couple of strawberry red-chested robins were having a singing contest like they were on Ted Mack's Amateur Hour and four houses in a row had their lawns being worked on as the smell of newly shaved grass was fresh and green. Meanwhile everybody was busy looking around discussing all the stunning homes which punctuated the street.
"I see the influence of the Beaux Arts movement on this home", said Thomas.
"I must respectfully disagree with you", responded baby Jordan. "This is clearly an example of the French Normandy style of architecture. Just look at that steep roof line."
"You're a tinkle-monster!", snarled Thomas.
Just then, William yelled "WATCH OUT QUITO!" as he spied an open manhole in the middle of the sidewalk. But it was too late. Quito, who'd been walking a few paces ahead of everybody, disappeared down the cavern. Then, immediately the kids saw a set of arms come up from the hole, reach over to the cover which was laying next to the opening and close the tunnel. It all happened so fast, it was lickety-split. Before they knew it, Quito was gone. Simply outta here.
Jackson, always the clearheaded one, immediately said "He's been kidnapped! Miss Villain has kidnapped him." We better go back to the police right now.
"With great haste", added Thomas
"Grody, dude. This lady's totally uncool", uttered William.
Continued next week... Quito. Chapter 10. Wanda's Hide-Out
The next afternoon, Quito and the kids went to the recently completed, beautiful, shiny, new Shaker Heights police station to report the situation of the evening prior. They were glad to see that all those parking tickets their neighborhood police officers handed out went to such a good cause as this grand building.
They told the police everything... the entire story.
"She sure does sound like a spoiled brat", said Officer O'Grady.
"And it still hurts like a son-of-a-gun", said Thomas while gently pulling back the Scooby-Doo design band-aid and showing his battle injury to the policeman. Officer O'Grady looked at it and promptly threw-up all over his over-sized, oak desk as he was sensitive to the sight of any skin abnormality. He'd obviously had chili dressed with extra sharp cheddar cheese for lunch. in fact, his throw-up sort of matched his desk. The sight of his throw-up then made Jackson throw-up all over the purple and red Persian rug because he was sensitive to the sight of anybody doing anything gross. But Jackson only had a bowl of Froot Loops for his mid-day meal so at least his vomit was colorful.
The five of them proceeded to walk home after helping to clean up the desk and carpet of officer O'Grady. The cleaning job was disgusting but had to be done and Quito and all the kids felt obliged to help out. As they were walking up sumptuous, luxurious Shaker Boulevard toward home, the sun was shining down on them with bright, orange-yellow warmth; the sky was the same sweet blue as a blue raspberry popsicle; up above a couple of strawberry red-chested robins were having a singing contest like they were on Ted Mack's Amateur Hour and four houses in a row had their lawns being worked on as the smell of newly shaved grass was fresh and green. Meanwhile everybody was busy looking around discussing all the stunning homes which punctuated the street.
"I see the influence of the Beaux Arts movement on this home", said Thomas.
"I must respectfully disagree with you", responded baby Jordan. "This is clearly an example of the French Normandy style of architecture. Just look at that steep roof line."
"You're a tinkle-monster!", snarled Thomas.
Just then, William yelled "WATCH OUT QUITO!" as he spied an open manhole in the middle of the sidewalk. But it was too late. Quito, who'd been walking a few paces ahead of everybody, disappeared down the cavern. Then, immediately the kids saw a set of arms come up from the hole, reach over to the cover which was laying next to the opening and close the tunnel. It all happened so fast, it was lickety-split. Before they knew it, Quito was gone. Simply outta here.
Jackson, always the clearheaded one, immediately said "He's been kidnapped! Miss Villain has kidnapped him." We better go back to the police right now.
"With great haste", added Thomas
"Grody, dude. This lady's totally uncool", uttered William.
Continued next week... Quito. Chapter 10. Wanda's Hide-Out
Tuesday, May 27, 2014
Godzilla - A Movie Review
Page Two Hundred Forty-One.
I LOVE monster movies. Godzilla's got to be the coolest Earth-based monster in history. I mean, a 60,000,000 year old dino who doesn't look a day over 40? He must have a great plastic surgeon.
I recently watched a DVD of a version of Godzilla, but not named Godzilla. It was called, "The Giant Behemoth". It was a British movie from '56 and it really wasn't half bad, though clearly a rip-off of the G. myth. (I'd give that movie a 6/10 for what it's worth. It had some intelligence, plot development and sympathetic special effects.)
Dinosaur movies pre-date G. but he really put them on the map. In fact, dino movies go way back to silent film. But what's distinctive of Godzilla era movies, is that they bring the dino into the present day and world. Prior to the '50's, dinos lived in their own context. Humans were the ones to invade their world; such as you find in 1933's King Kong or 1925's The Lost World. (I fully realize that both of those examples illustrate a contemporary world, but the dino's world is isolated and self-contained none-the-less.) Godzilla changed all that and with such a wonderful device: nuclear power. And it makes sense that Japan invented this now ubiquitous plot point, being Earth's only true-life recipient of atomic warfare. So really, any solo dinosaur run-a-muck flick made since the mid '50's is simply a retelling of a now familiar story, with little deviation from established story lines. The question then becomes: how well was it executed?
I'd heard that the new Godzilla movie has some originality in that you really get a closer glimpse of the victims. That's true. Also the effects really are stunning and brother do you see some cities get destroyed or what? Tokyo, Honolulu, Las Vegas and San Francisco get demolished, just flattened. That's cool. The story is vaguely plausible though there were some plot points I didn't quite get, but really, I don't need to. It's Godzilla for crying out loud...
So I'll ignore the fact that this Godzilla seems to be the largest dino-dude in movie history. Which brings up a problem that only science geeks, like myself, care about. Gravity. No moving creature that size could actually move about on land because earth's gravitational force would be so extreme he'd simply not be able to lift himself. And/or if he could get up his legs would get crushed, literally under his weight. A dinosaur's design simply prevents him from getting that size.
Tyrannosaurus Rex was 40 feet long and 13 feet high at the hips. Apatosaurus (Brontosaurus) was 70-90 feet log and 15 feet high at the hips. In this new movie G. seems like he's a few hundred feet long and 60-70-80 feet high at he hips. It's impossible to get that big with Earth's gravity being what it is. This is also why spiders can't get as big as they sometimes are shown in scary spider movies. Their design prevents them from getting larger than a common tarantula. They would collapse if they got to the size of, say, a 3 month old kitten. Their legs would be crushed by their body's weight. But really, nobody cares about things like gravity. Oh, well.
Godzilla's rating: 7/10.
I recently watched a DVD of a version of Godzilla, but not named Godzilla. It was called, "The Giant Behemoth". It was a British movie from '56 and it really wasn't half bad, though clearly a rip-off of the G. myth. (I'd give that movie a 6/10 for what it's worth. It had some intelligence, plot development and sympathetic special effects.)
Dinosaur movies pre-date G. but he really put them on the map. In fact, dino movies go way back to silent film. But what's distinctive of Godzilla era movies, is that they bring the dino into the present day and world. Prior to the '50's, dinos lived in their own context. Humans were the ones to invade their world; such as you find in 1933's King Kong or 1925's The Lost World. (I fully realize that both of those examples illustrate a contemporary world, but the dino's world is isolated and self-contained none-the-less.) Godzilla changed all that and with such a wonderful device: nuclear power. And it makes sense that Japan invented this now ubiquitous plot point, being Earth's only true-life recipient of atomic warfare. So really, any solo dinosaur run-a-muck flick made since the mid '50's is simply a retelling of a now familiar story, with little deviation from established story lines. The question then becomes: how well was it executed?
I'd heard that the new Godzilla movie has some originality in that you really get a closer glimpse of the victims. That's true. Also the effects really are stunning and brother do you see some cities get destroyed or what? Tokyo, Honolulu, Las Vegas and San Francisco get demolished, just flattened. That's cool. The story is vaguely plausible though there were some plot points I didn't quite get, but really, I don't need to. It's Godzilla for crying out loud... So I'll ignore the fact that this Godzilla seems to be the largest dino-dude in movie history. Which brings up a problem that only science geeks, like myself, care about. Gravity. No moving creature that size could actually move about on land because earth's gravitational force would be so extreme he'd simply not be able to lift himself. And/or if he could get up his legs would get crushed, literally under his weight. A dinosaur's design simply prevents him from getting that size.
Tyrannosaurus Rex was 40 feet long and 13 feet high at the hips. Apatosaurus (Brontosaurus) was 70-90 feet log and 15 feet high at the hips. In this new movie G. seems like he's a few hundred feet long and 60-70-80 feet high at he hips. It's impossible to get that big with Earth's gravity being what it is. This is also why spiders can't get as big as they sometimes are shown in scary spider movies. Their design prevents them from getting larger than a common tarantula. They would collapse if they got to the size of, say, a 3 month old kitten. Their legs would be crushed by their body's weight. But really, nobody cares about things like gravity. Oh, well.
Godzilla's rating: 7/10.
Monday, May 26, 2014
Those Pesky Bills
Page Two Hundred Forty.
So the new job at the museum is going well. The pay is quite questionable but the job is really great (3 weeks in anyhow). I feel valued and like I'm in my element. It's kind of weird how many people walk in whom I know. Probably 4-6 people per week appear and say, "Jeremy, what in the world are you doing here? When did you start working here?" And then we chat for a while. Or, I simply start talking with customers about absolutely nothing. Being on the sales staff at the museum store, I guess I'm fulfilling my job duties (but really, I'm just talking and talking and talking.) I feel good about it and think that down the road, there's the possibility of a move to another department with more hours, responsibility and money. Optimism is in the air on that front.
(I know that retail has a bad reputation because customers are considered meanies by store clerks. But on my first day my boss pointed out that at the museum customers are happy because they're all on mini vacations. Really, our clientele appear to have all taken many anti-depressants prior to arriving in the store.)
At the beauty salon however, things are unfortunate. In moving locations, February, '13, we lost about 60% of our clients. (I came on board as the salon manager the day we opened in the new location.) I'm afraid that we've continued to have a variety of other issues, i.e. staffing, marketing/advertising and so forth. I'm thinking that it won't be wise for me to stick around too much longer as the earlier someone got off the Titanic the safer they were. (If Jack and Rose had jumped into a lifeboat, they might still be alive today.) The owner of the salon is a long time friend. But really, sometimes you simply have to pay bills.
Which brings up the question: okay.. so what now? I'm someone who's notorious for constantly throwing many darts at various boards and just through the law of averages some darts hit. I'm also better at juggling multiple part-time jobs than working one at 40 hours. Right now, I'm stoking the fires on 5 or 6 completely unrelated job opportunities, hoping that they'll net some income in a year or two. But in the meantime, gotta pay those bills somehow...
I've decided to start listing myself on a national nanny service website (Care.com). I've always been hesitant to do that as "word of mouth" is my close friend. But I LOVE nannying and cooking for kids and their parents and the phone simply isn't ringing right now. That phone got my bills paid sufficiently from 2006 when I left the nursing home industry until 2013. But right now... nothing. Notta. So I guess I need to get aggressive and proactive.
The reason I've always preferred word of mouth is because I'm a male and historically that does throw people, let's be honest. When I was a live-in nanny for the two different families from '82-'84 then again from '86-93 it positively shocked people. And the only job I went after initially was the first one in '82. But that family, who's blood was bluer than the Danube, by the way, were amused by this guy who responded to their ad and the rest is history*. There are many more male child-care workers nowadays which I find refreshing. But there is still a certain amount of eyebrow raising that goes on and subsequently I do feel a bit uncomfortable.
I'm not a child molester, I promise.
And that's really what it comes down to. I will corrupt, Lord knows. I'll teach a 6 year old poker, I'll show a 9 year old how to sneak candy into a movie theater, I'll tell many stories about diarrhea and I'll disregard bedtimes, but that's about the caliber of my naughtiness.Nothing worse.
So... wish me luck as I attempt to find a new part-time nanny position. Unless the phone rings of it's own volition.
*I met the first family in spring '82 through an ad I saw at the off-campus housing bureau of Case Western Reserve. Later that summer I distributed 400 flyers in local front doors advertising myself to do odd jobs. One job I received that autumn was babysitting a family with 3 boys on the next street over. They invited me to move in, an invitation I declined because I was already taken. In mid-'83, the first family told me they'd sold the house and were moving. I then called that second family and moved in with them, staying a year 'till August '84. I proceeded to live in another situation for two years while working full-time doing hair. When I decided to resume college in '86, I moved back in with the boys and stayed 'till the twins graduated and were off to college, a year after I graduated. (I had to have been the world's first live-in nanny.) The End.
So the new job at the museum is going well. The pay is quite questionable but the job is really great (3 weeks in anyhow). I feel valued and like I'm in my element. It's kind of weird how many people walk in whom I know. Probably 4-6 people per week appear and say, "Jeremy, what in the world are you doing here? When did you start working here?" And then we chat for a while. Or, I simply start talking with customers about absolutely nothing. Being on the sales staff at the museum store, I guess I'm fulfilling my job duties (but really, I'm just talking and talking and talking.) I feel good about it and think that down the road, there's the possibility of a move to another department with more hours, responsibility and money. Optimism is in the air on that front.
(I know that retail has a bad reputation because customers are considered meanies by store clerks. But on my first day my boss pointed out that at the museum customers are happy because they're all on mini vacations. Really, our clientele appear to have all taken many anti-depressants prior to arriving in the store.)
At the beauty salon however, things are unfortunate. In moving locations, February, '13, we lost about 60% of our clients. (I came on board as the salon manager the day we opened in the new location.) I'm afraid that we've continued to have a variety of other issues, i.e. staffing, marketing/advertising and so forth. I'm thinking that it won't be wise for me to stick around too much longer as the earlier someone got off the Titanic the safer they were. (If Jack and Rose had jumped into a lifeboat, they might still be alive today.) The owner of the salon is a long time friend. But really, sometimes you simply have to pay bills.
Which brings up the question: okay.. so what now? I'm someone who's notorious for constantly throwing many darts at various boards and just through the law of averages some darts hit. I'm also better at juggling multiple part-time jobs than working one at 40 hours. Right now, I'm stoking the fires on 5 or 6 completely unrelated job opportunities, hoping that they'll net some income in a year or two. But in the meantime, gotta pay those bills somehow...
I've decided to start listing myself on a national nanny service website (Care.com). I've always been hesitant to do that as "word of mouth" is my close friend. But I LOVE nannying and cooking for kids and their parents and the phone simply isn't ringing right now. That phone got my bills paid sufficiently from 2006 when I left the nursing home industry until 2013. But right now... nothing. Notta. So I guess I need to get aggressive and proactive.
The reason I've always preferred word of mouth is because I'm a male and historically that does throw people, let's be honest. When I was a live-in nanny for the two different families from '82-'84 then again from '86-93 it positively shocked people. And the only job I went after initially was the first one in '82. But that family, who's blood was bluer than the Danube, by the way, were amused by this guy who responded to their ad and the rest is history*. There are many more male child-care workers nowadays which I find refreshing. But there is still a certain amount of eyebrow raising that goes on and subsequently I do feel a bit uncomfortable.
I'm not a child molester, I promise.
And that's really what it comes down to. I will corrupt, Lord knows. I'll teach a 6 year old poker, I'll show a 9 year old how to sneak candy into a movie theater, I'll tell many stories about diarrhea and I'll disregard bedtimes, but that's about the caliber of my naughtiness.Nothing worse.
So... wish me luck as I attempt to find a new part-time nanny position. Unless the phone rings of it's own volition.
*I met the first family in spring '82 through an ad I saw at the off-campus housing bureau of Case Western Reserve. Later that summer I distributed 400 flyers in local front doors advertising myself to do odd jobs. One job I received that autumn was babysitting a family with 3 boys on the next street over. They invited me to move in, an invitation I declined because I was already taken. In mid-'83, the first family told me they'd sold the house and were moving. I then called that second family and moved in with them, staying a year 'till August '84. I proceeded to live in another situation for two years while working full-time doing hair. When I decided to resume college in '86, I moved back in with the boys and stayed 'till the twins graduated and were off to college, a year after I graduated. (I had to have been the world's first live-in nanny.) The End.
Friday, May 23, 2014
Lady Gaga in Concert - A Review
Page Two Hundred Thirty-Nine.I recently attended Lady Gaga's concert at Quicken Loans Arena. I'd seen her before; it was about
3 years ago or so. Back then I remember thinking that she spoke with the audience a lot. I mean a lot-lot. And I do have a certain frame of reference here. Back in the day I saw tons 'o concerts.
During my college days I went to many shows; I saw most of the big pop acts of the '80's. I attended few metal concerts but I also saw many shows which were outside the realm of pop. Just know that I went to copious amounts of big shows. I think I never saw anybody who was as chatty as Gaga was a few years ago.
In 2011, '12, or whenever it was, I figured her talking was simply to kill time. She really didn't have a lot of hits yet, but was already selling out arenas. She got so big so fast that she needed to do something to keep people in their seats and singing hit after hit wasn't a possibility. So, talk, talk, talk was her padding I guessed.I'm telling you that a few days ago she did the exact same thing, 5-6-7 hits later. But, in the meantime, she didn't sing all her pop singles, so the show was about the same length. She clearly has confidence too, if she's willing to forgo singing all the hits just to chat when she's still relatively early into her career.
When I think about acts like: The Cars, Prince or Aretha Franklin who barely said "Boo!" to the audience and compare them to Gaga who'd apparently be content to just sit and talk for 2 hours, it's kind of amazing that they're in the same profession at all. But the talking aside, she has a strong ability to entertain and connect with the audience. Isn't that's what it comes down to? She really is a good show-person. I give her concert a 9/10.
Thursday, May 22, 2014
Quito. Chapter Eight. Miss Villain's First Form Of Revenge.
Page Two Hundred Thirty-Eight.
"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR COTTEN-PICKIN' MIND?" scream-arfed Quito. "Are you trying to burn down the house? Why would you set off fireworks so close to people? Don't you realize how dangerous that is? You're nothing but a crazy fool!"
The four kids were huddled behind Quito, with baby Jordan wrapping herself in his bushy, black and white tail. As much as the fireworks really were beautiful, the kids were scared by the unexpected noise, black burn marks on the ground and closeness of the sparks. They realized that there really is a reason why adults consider fireworks and firecrackers dangerous.They could smell the smokey, burning gunpowder and decaying scorched grass; and it was difficult to see through the hazy fog of muddy, swirling clouds. The fireworks continued still.
"Let me tell you something, Mister Quito", woofed Wanda. "I want what I want, when I want, where I want and how I want. And you can't stop me." Now are you going to come and be my spokesdog or aren't you. And before you answer, just know this: if you say no, these fireworks will seem like child's play compared to some of the things I'll do to you and you family. So you think long and hard. Now, what's your answer. Tell me immediately."
"NO! And if you know what's good for you, you'll forget about this whole idea before it's too late. You can't threaten me." Quito was strangely calm. He could feel the kids shaking with fear. But he didn't even raise his bark this time. He wasn't the least bit scared of his foe. He believed she was just a spoiled brat collie who's never learned how to receive a "no you can't" with grace when she was a child. Now as an adult collie she was mean to anybody who didn't do what she wanted. And she probably didn't have any friends as a result.
But Quito knew how to handle a dog like this. She needed to be put in her place with no compromise. He knew that she'd do many mean things to him too. But he didn't care. He knew that he had the power and strength to fight back and protect his family.
All of a sudden a flying ash flew down and landed squarely on Thomas's arm and started sizzling. He started crying because the pain was so severe. The other three kids soothed him and ran and got some ice to put on the small blister. Wanda just smiled with smug satisfaction. She hated children and was happy whenever one was harmed or injured.
Quito growled and bared his teeth. He was drooling with anger. He lunged toward Wanda and clamped his teeth around her front right leg and bit down hard. "Don't you ever show your fur around here ever again" he barked after letting go. Wanda was stunned. She was bleeding, but not badly.
"Oh, now you'll really be sorry", Wanda barked while glaring at him. She limped back to her Duesenberg and her chauffeur drove off.
Quito tended to Thomas's wound and put everybody to sleep.
Continued next week... Chapter 9. Watch Out.
"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR COTTEN-PICKIN' MIND?" scream-arfed Quito. "Are you trying to burn down the house? Why would you set off fireworks so close to people? Don't you realize how dangerous that is? You're nothing but a crazy fool!"
The four kids were huddled behind Quito, with baby Jordan wrapping herself in his bushy, black and white tail. As much as the fireworks really were beautiful, the kids were scared by the unexpected noise, black burn marks on the ground and closeness of the sparks. They realized that there really is a reason why adults consider fireworks and firecrackers dangerous.They could smell the smokey, burning gunpowder and decaying scorched grass; and it was difficult to see through the hazy fog of muddy, swirling clouds. The fireworks continued still.
"Let me tell you something, Mister Quito", woofed Wanda. "I want what I want, when I want, where I want and how I want. And you can't stop me." Now are you going to come and be my spokesdog or aren't you. And before you answer, just know this: if you say no, these fireworks will seem like child's play compared to some of the things I'll do to you and you family. So you think long and hard. Now, what's your answer. Tell me immediately."
"NO! And if you know what's good for you, you'll forget about this whole idea before it's too late. You can't threaten me." Quito was strangely calm. He could feel the kids shaking with fear. But he didn't even raise his bark this time. He wasn't the least bit scared of his foe. He believed she was just a spoiled brat collie who's never learned how to receive a "no you can't" with grace when she was a child. Now as an adult collie she was mean to anybody who didn't do what she wanted. And she probably didn't have any friends as a result.
But Quito knew how to handle a dog like this. She needed to be put in her place with no compromise. He knew that she'd do many mean things to him too. But he didn't care. He knew that he had the power and strength to fight back and protect his family.
All of a sudden a flying ash flew down and landed squarely on Thomas's arm and started sizzling. He started crying because the pain was so severe. The other three kids soothed him and ran and got some ice to put on the small blister. Wanda just smiled with smug satisfaction. She hated children and was happy whenever one was harmed or injured.
Quito growled and bared his teeth. He was drooling with anger. He lunged toward Wanda and clamped his teeth around her front right leg and bit down hard. "Don't you ever show your fur around here ever again" he barked after letting go. Wanda was stunned. She was bleeding, but not badly.
"Oh, now you'll really be sorry", Wanda barked while glaring at him. She limped back to her Duesenberg and her chauffeur drove off.
Quito tended to Thomas's wound and put everybody to sleep.
Continued next week... Chapter 9. Watch Out.
Wednesday, May 14, 2014
A T-Shirt/Food Truck?
Page Two Hundred Thirty-Seven.I have a very good friend, Gabe, who's attempting to start up a new business. He's a t-shirt designer/printer who wants to expand and sell his wares out of his own food truck which will park at arts festivals around Cleveland. He's working on his business plan right now and hopes to have investments from established local restaurants who will in turn have him sell their t-shirts (which are also his designs). Besides t-shirts he'll sell coffee, pastries from local joints and my soup (I'd also be doing his blog and some PR). He's joining forces with "Cleveland Is My Paris" a concept I've written about before in this blog and which has been mentioned in The New York Ties. Additionally, he wants to align himself with other Cleveland travel destination services so he can be a part of the quickly growing Cleveland tourism industry.
Luke, the creator of Cleve/Paris and Gabe are good friends and if Gabe can bring him in, which he thinks he can, this would be fantastic. It's extremely original and the truck would start rolling in spring '15. In the meantime, Gabe (26) and Christen (25) are getting married in a few months, so he has his hands full. Youthful optimism is always entertaining and if this comes to fruition it could mean some actual money for everyone involved. I wish him luck. (Heck... it could mean a good gig for me down the road. I wouldn't mind.)
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