Last night, I had dinner with a friend I hadn’t seen in over twenty years. Way back when, Rob was a fellow comic collector and the Alex P. Keaton of our high school. He was smart, had surprising business savvy for someone his age, and seemed destined for life as either the CEO of some Fortune 500 company or a highly successful stock broker who would make his fortune early and then retire early to some Caribbean island. So when I later heard that he was pursuing a college degree in engineering, I was shocked, then not surprised to hear he’d given up on engineering, then even more shocked to hear he’d given up on engineering to a philosophy degree. Regardless of what he chose to study, I was happy for my friend. My dear, clearly very crazy friend.
I lost touch with him after that and didn’t hear from him for some five or six years and then one day, out of the blue, he called to tell me he was in town and wanted to get together. I told him sure and suggested we meet up at the local pool hall my writing partner Paul and I used to hang out at. I made plans to meet with Rob, but didn’t tell Paul who would occasionally ask: “Hey, whatever happened to Rob?” like he was some t.v. child star who’d disappeared following the cancellation of his outrageously successful sitcom. I remember talking to Paul, who had his back to the pool hall’s entrance, when I spotted Rob come in and head toward us. I chatted away as though there was nothing unusual and then, as Rob stepped up behind our table, fell silent. Paul, perhaps sensing something was up, cast a quick glance over his shoulder and spotted Rob who had suddenly apparated like a ghost from his past. It’s the closest I’ve seen Paul to passing out.
Anyway, we had a great night, caught up and, just as he’d done some six years earlier, Rob disappeared into the night never to be seen or heard from again. At one point, back in SG-1’s fifth season, I managed to exchange emails with him – before losing track of Rob again.
Finally, fast-forward to a few weeks ago when I received an email from none other than my buddy Rob. He was passing through Vancouver and was wondering whether Paul and I wanted to get together for dinner. This was a once in a decade opportunity. Hell, yeah we could get together.
We ended up having dinner at the always great Q4…
A great evening of catching up after which I dropped Rob off at his hotel and watched him disappear into the night. Hopefully, it won’t be another twenty years before I see him again. As for how things worked out for him – he never did become the CEO of a Fortune 500 company. He did, however, make his money on the stock market and retire early to a Caribbean island.
Some news of note…
Japanese artist Isaho Hashimoto offers up a time-lapse map of all the nuclear explosions that took place from 1945 to 1998. Alternately fascinating and frightening: http://www.geekosystem.com/every-nuclear-explosion-time-lapse/
Tokyo’s oldest living man has been dead for thirty years: http://uk.news.yahoo.com/5/20100730/tod-tokyo-s-oldest-man-died-30-years-ago-870a197.html
North Korea congratulates its national soccer team for surprising everyone by qualifying for the recent World Cup where they hung tough with heavily favored Brazil before bowing 2-1. Juuuust kidding! The players were publicly shamed for six hours and the coach was fired and forced to become a builder: http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/asia/northkorea/7918468/North-Korean-football-team-shamed-in-six-hour-public-inquiry-over-World-Cup.html
Are reality t.v. shows setting unrealistic standards for skanks? http://www.theonion.com/video/in-the-know-are-reality-shows-setting-unrealistic,14308/
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