Life is changing.
Recently I watched the movie Back to the Future, and I was amazed that when he went back 30 years in time, how different everything was. I thought that if you went back in time 30 years now it would not be as much a change. Then today I decided to go through my old desk from before the fire at El Camino. I found an old business card catalog and went through it. There were close to a hundred business cards from business people and friends. Some had notes with home phone numbers, some had notes to me to remind me of their family member’s names. I found one number from a customer that came into the restaurant back when it was called Walt’s in 1981. I called him just to see if he was still around. To my disappointment, and unsurprisingly, the phone was disconnected. The bottom line is things have definitely changed. Now all contacts are in your phone. There are no personal notes in there. There are no family member’s names, no memories, kind of sad. The world is changing and I am glad I had a few moments to cherish these people and acknowledge them.
It looks like someone has stolen a painting of a Futuristic Car out of its frame in the Men's room. First of all, I want to commend that person on their good taste. Second, you took my Freakin' Painting. Who would steal a painting out of the Men's room?
This person should be easy to find. First, we can eliminate one gender. Second, we look for someone with good taste. Third, I will offer a reward of free FlapJacks for a day with bacon and eggs (don't get carried away, it is just a picture of a painting) for its return.
Let's see what happens.
Feb 4 - 10
A Kid’s Purpose:
One of the advantages of having kids is you get to see all the current kid’s movies. I mean, you can always see them, but it is awkward sitting in a theater watching a kid’s movie without a kid with you. When the Incredibles 2 came out, you know you wanted to see it, but you have to wait until a kid can come along. I even feel weird ordering a kid’s movie from Netflix if the kids aren’t going to watch. In fact, I did order one and the kids didn’t want to see it and I was too embarrassed to watch it without them. Let's face it, with the kid’s you get to relive some of your own childhood memories and so I should start being nicer in the way I refer to my darling children. After all, if the kids were not around, I would never have learned the “Oompa Loompa” song from Willy Wonka.
Jan 28 - Feb 3
Hell, the definition of which is, “a place regarded in various religions as a spiritual realm of evil and suffering where the wicked are punished by fire”, and apparently I must be evil.
I have a son in the autistic spectrum. This means when he needs something done or wants something done he will request or demand it until it is done. In this case he wanted to pair (connect) his GoPro with his iPhone, I don’t even know what a GoPro is. Now things will start reasonably but when it becomes apparent that I have no idea what I am doing then things go to the next level. As I have said in the past, emotions continue to escalate until the problem is solved, but I have no idea why this thing is not pairing, so things are getting desperate. During situations like this I usually come up with a distraction like “OMG a meteor just hit the chicken coop”, but today I had nothing. In a moment of panic, I threw myself on the floor and started throwing a tantrum. My son was bewildered long enough for me to change the subject.
If fire is all God’s got, then I am not worried.
Jan 21 - 27
I cannot seem to understand how all my employees stayed with me through all our ordeal of rebuilding after the fire, and yet my animals seem to leave me in droves. It seems natural that the dogs want to run, but today I got a text from a neighbor that my chickens took off. I mean, who loses chickens? The worst part is I got my neighbors mixed up. I have a code word for all my neighbors and it seems I got the "Drone Guy" mixed up with the "Goat guy". So to corral my chickens I brought reinforcements (my daughter Taylor and her friend) and drove five minutes only to have the "Drone guy" look at me like I was a mad man. I eventually realized that it was the "Goat guy" and he was only fifty feet away, which makes sense. It appears the stress of the rebuild has clouded my judgment and I can no longer tell the difference between a drone and a goat. Please don’t let my employees in on all of this. They seem to act like I am still on top of things.
I want to thank all the people who have brought flowers and gifts and booze (especially booze) to all of us for the opening. I just found a card that was sitting on a ledge from a very nice couple that wrote a very touching note, that made my day. I am just lucky to be surrounded by all these wonderful people. Thanks to all of you again.