One Person’s Dream is Another Person’s Trash
So parked in Little Tokyo next to a sleek,
spiffy, two-seater vintage speedster.
The handsome, fit, energetic owner arrived.
Me: What kind of car is this?
He: (smiling) Volvo. 1962.
Me: Oh, I love my Volvo (waving to my
fifteen-year-old sedan behind me).
He: Oh, yeah! Good for you!
Me: I didn’t know they did a two-seater.
He: ’61 and ’62, only.
Me: How long have you had it?
He: Since 1962.
Me: (Squealing) You are a terrific role
model and an inspiration!
He: (Looking confused.)
Me: (Pointing again to my common Volvo sedan)
He: (not smiling) Oh. Yeah. Sure. Why not?
Tags: Some days being a visionary inspires
noooo validation.
Easy to remember Edison, Marconi and Pasteur,
but what about Hardison, Falcone and Masteur.
Exactly.
sadly, i feel like i was there…