A different Wilford Brimley like-a-look
So I’ve walked out of my office in search of coffee and notice that there’s a Red Cross van parked just down the way. They’ve been after me to donate – I’m several months overdue – and I don’t have any meetings in the next few hours so I figure what the heck, I’ll go do it now.
When I round the big ol’ van to where the entrance is, however, I find a few stacks of boxes and tables, the doors closed… and Wilford Brimley’s younger, pudgier brother standing outside in his t-shirt and jean shorts, smoking a cigarette. He informs me they won’t be up and running till 10am, so I thank him kindly and leave him to his tobacco.
I wonder if I can target my donation for him? Hopefully they don’t ask you to be specific about the surgery itself since I’m unsure if they’ll need it for lung replacement or angioplasty.
This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs
Well I used to say something in my profile about not quite being a “tinker, tailor, soldier, or spy” but Tom stole that for our about us page, so I guess I’ll have to find another way to express that I am a man of many interests.
Hmm, guess I just did.
My tastes run the gamut from sophomoric to Shakespeare and in my “professional” life I’ve sold things, served beer, written software, and carried heavy objects… sometimes at the same place. It’s that range of loves and activities that makes it so easy for me to love DC – we’ve got it all.
