Cool Cool

(at Indy Pop Con)

Young Woman: “Excuse me, sir?”

Me: “Yes?”

YW: “You’re a volunteer, right? Do you know where (some celebrity I’ve never heard of) is signing autographs?”

Me: “Uhhh… no, actually, sorry. Most celebrity booths are over in that area, though. You might try over there.”

YW: “OK, thanks.”

Me: “Is there anything else?”

YW: “I like your beard.”

Me: “Thank you. I like it, too.”

YW: “Cool.”

Me: “Cool.”

My American Idol

Dear little old lady singing loudly and badly in the booth next to me in the quiet restaurant;

Thank You.

I needed a reminder that song is an eruption of joy, not a staged performance reserved for practiced professionals.

I can’t recall ever getting this much enjoyment from Lionel Ritchie’s Three Times A Lady in my entire life.

Thank you, tone deaf Grandma.

Keep singing, old girl. Keep singing.