Here's the cool thing: last night we went to a semi-opening of the Hippie's art in Palo Alto. It looked really damn good. He was all dudded out like an artist and we were somewhat cool by proxy, just by being his friends.
And a boy came up to Manny, who was wearing a coat from his job, and the boy was dumbstruck. "Do you actually... work there?" (at the metaphorical candy factory) and Manny puffed out his chest a little and said, "Why, yes," in just the right way. They stared at each other for a few moments in manly silence. It was gratifying in the extreme, that Manny now has that sort of cool cache in the ten-year-old circuit. I'm telling you. Nothing like it.
I get that rush when 5 year old little girls stare at my hair and ask worshipful questions and are obviously resolving to have silly hair when they grow up.
It would be nicer if they worshipped me for being a poet, but hey, I'll take whatever hero-worship comes my way. And maybe it's sort of the same thing.
Posted by: badgerbag | November 06, 2004 at 10:07 AM