Yesterday as I was walking along the Hollywood Walk of Fame I overheard one 70-something man coo to another, "Oh look, it's Morey Amsterdam's star." Then he paused before continuing, "These kids today have no idea who he is."
I turned to them and said, "The Dick Van Dyke Show."
They smiled and the other 70-something man said shaking his head with nostalgic wonder, "And so much more."
Twenty feet away I heard the first man (now slightly behind me) coo again, "Oh, and now look, It's George Gobel."
I turned to them and said with a pistol finger, "Hollywood Squares."
Again the second 70-something replied, "And so much more."
It was really touching. I was pleased that Morey and George were getting some love because I'm certain that's not happening all that often.
The 70-something are right - I often see people look at a star and say to their companion with a laugh, "Who?"
Anyway, later in the day I recalled these two sweet 70-something men and allowed my mind to wander to the future...
I hope in 30-something years when I'm walking down the Walk of Fame with a fellow 70-something and coo, "Oh look, it's Olivia Newton-John's star. These kids have no idea who she is."
And some whipper-snapper turns and finger pistols me, "Grease."
Last night I made a grocery run to my local super market. I needed to stock up for the weekend and catch a few 'personalized' deals before they expired.
I know this store like the back of my hand and chip aisle is my trouble area. I tend to avoid it at all costs. I mean, I could eat chips for breakfast, lunch and dinner. And for my mid-morning, mid-afternoon and mid-night snacks. And anytime in between. Chips and I - we have a problem.
Anyway, last night I made an error in navigation and turned down the chips aisle by mistake and as I succumbed to its gravitational pull I scrunched up my face as if to communicate, "Shit. I'm doomed."
A twenty-something girl saw my face and agreed, "I feel ya."
I feigned a panicked voice, "No. No. No. No. I can't be on this aisle."
She picked up a bag of chips and held them like a newborn to her teet and cooed, "But they are Flaming Hot Cheetos!"
Ewww, that's a chip I'd never ever consider. But for comic effect I sprinted away from her evil Cheetos to the end of the aisle and then turned to proclaim my victory - arms raised over my head, "I did it!"