Stinky the Clown -- I nominated STC because I know it will piss him off. Everything pisses him off.
You know, the sparkling old dude is the one and only primitive I'd go out of my way to meet.
His wife of course dislikes me, because she thinks I've slandered her, when in fact I've never said anything but the blunt truth about her, but that's a small matter; I'm sure the sparkling old dude wouldn't hold it against me.
The sparkling old dude, once he got out of the Navy, having honorably served in both the regular Navy and the Navy Reserve, went to work for a food-service company that catered to colleges, hospitals, other institutions.
He did rather well there, rising into the executive ranks.
But alas the company exists no longer; apparently despite the best attempts of its founder to stave off buyers, it got bought in a hostile takeover, and all those in executive positions had to be paid off in not golden parachutes, but at least silver parachutes.
It's all too bad, because apparently the company, once so excellent, went downhill under its new owners.
This was the same company that catered to a small private Presbyterian college in Nebraska that I attended one semester, before transferring to the University of Nebraska. Their cafeteria chow was great, better even than some five-star restaurants, and I mean that sincerely.
This would've been about the same time the sparkling old dude was rising in the ranks, but not quite yet in an executive position. Maybe a district or regional manager, or something. The company was very concerned about "feedback," and solicited it all the time. I wonder if perhaps the sparkling old dude and franksolich met in real life (without knowing who each other was), and if we had, the sparkling old dude would've gotten nothing short of an A+.
But I dunno if he would've been in Nebraska at the time; maybe he headed operations in a blue state.
Anyway, the sparkling old dude is a gifted
raconteur, a great story-teller, with the gift of gab.
I'd really like to meet him, to hear his racy stories about personages on the rough streets of Bridgeport, Connecticut, Navy poohbahs, celebrities in the food-service industry, and personalities associated with the d'Alessandro crime family of Baltimore and San Francisco.
I'll bet he could tell some great stories, and wish he'd tell them to us, rather than ranting about politics.