Better Late Than, Well, You Know

Like the proverbial cobbler's children with no shoes, I was having a spot of bother with some software this morning, and consequently, I am just getting this posted.

Last night, The Boy came home from a swim meet and--feeling tired as he does after swimming--jumped into the shower before I had much chance to talk with him.

After a shower and little food, The Boy stood in the kitchen with me and I noticed his hair was combed a little oddly.  Not that is ever "normal" and I realize he needs a haircut--even right after he gets a haircut, but that is not likely to change until a mission comes.  I just thought it was funny how his hair, parted on the side and combed around the front of his head, reminded me a teen idol from years ago.

Of course, he had no idea who I meant when I mentioned the name, but when Genius Golfer got home, I asked him if he thought there was a similarity, he agreed with me.

What do you think?

This is the closest I'll ever get to having Shaun Cassidy (circa 1978) at my house.

Awwww...He was Quite a Guy

I was intending to post about friends and Girls' Nights Out but when I opened my web browser, I saw the headline that Paul Newman had died. I'm not a big star watcher, but I sincerely felt bad that he had passed.

Here's a guy who co-starred in one the the best movies from the year I was born: Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid. Who doesn't love that movie?!

Here's a guy with so much screen presence to play the escaped and running inmate so well that you can still see his his squinty face from Cool Hand Luke.

Here's a guy who finds a woman in "the business" and marries her and decades later they are together still (well, until last night). A guy who goes so far as to tell a magazine when they ask about the temptation to stray "When you have steak at home, why go out for hamburger?" [Though I do question his analogy in using meat to describe the quality of his dear wife, Joanne.]

Here's a guy who has his neighbors over for a BBQ and they come up with an idea to market his "famous" salad dressing with his face on the bottle and turns it into a charitable corporation that has given away over $100 million dollars.

Here's a guy who uses the money his foundation collects to fund camp(s) for kids with cancer and then and then names the campsites after the true to life "Hole in the Wall Gang", alluding to his Butch and Sundance association.

Here's a guy who looses his only son to an overdose and is prompted to start a foundation in his son's name to fund anti-drug films to be shown in schools across the country.

Here's a guy who seemingly had it all and still found a new challenge for himself in racing, which isn't nearly as glamorous and easy as movie stars think it is.

Here's a guy who appeared on Oprah with one of his 4 daughters to promote a cookbook that they coauthored titled: Newman's Own Cookbook: A Veritable Cornucopia of Recipes, Food Talk, Trivia, and Newman's Pearls of Wisdom, the sales of which added its proceeds to those of the Newman's Own company.

Here's a guy who, into his late 70s, recorded the voice for the seasoned professional, Doc Hudson, in one of my favorite animated movies ever, Pixar's film Cars.

Here's a guy that fought his battle with cancer in private and with family and friends for his support. Isn't that way most of us would do it?


Too bad celebrities of today haven't taken a page from this guy. Yes, his piercing baby blues may not ever be equalled, but his character--from my vantage point, at least--is what made his quite a guy.