…tonight at trivia (I came in third—by myself—thanks for asking) I named my team "Stephen Fossett's Final Flight." After the first round break, when team names and scores were announced, a guy game up to me.
"Are you Team One?" he said.
"That would be me," I answered.
"They might still find him!" he said.
"Sure," I said. "They might."
"Well," he said, "I like Stephen Fossett. He's an explorer. In the sense of…spirit and stuff!"
"Sure," I said, "I like him, too. He pushed. Refused to accept limits. It's what being human's all about."
"Yeah, well…"
"Look, man, when I came in tonight, I knew I wasn't going to have my usual partner. I went up to Vic and said 'Adam sends his regards, but he won't be able to make it tonight.' Vic said 'Oh! So you're flying solo?'" Here I snapped my fingers and pointed at the ceiling. "That's when it all came to me."
The other guy smiled and began to nod.
"See," I said, "it's more of a tribute than a smart-ass current events reference."
"Dude," he said, "I like that! Good story!"
So now it's on my blog.
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good story!
and I believe it that you did so well, even without a partner. I don't know how you keep all that stuff in your brain. mine's got a leak somewhere, evidently, because I suck at trivia.
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