Things Best Said

So, now that it’s officially winter here…

I broke out my pipe…

I know there will be those of you who laugh –that’s okay… I don’t care.

I’ll just drink my wine and not listen. sleep well.

So, for the last few years Dave’s has been the favored watering hole during Macworld. It’s the place where you’re most likely to run into other show attendees in the know and likely not to be hassled. Everyone goes there for a good time and there’s rarely a scuffle (except last year when the guy with a briefcase full of pamphlets showed up and wanted to start an argument with everyone about religion X, Y or Z)

And, for the past few years we’ve always just kinda thought that Dave’s was named for the long-dead founder –deductively reasoned by the the bigger than life-size pastel artwork of a smiling Dave overlooking the bar.

Well, as it turns out, Dave is not dead. He’s very much alive and when we saw him the other night…he was very much drunk. After letting us thank him for keeping the doors open to we travelling geeks, he obliged to pose for a picture.

(From left - Me, Schoun, Dave, Shawn)

Afterward he stumbled on but not before saying he’d like to keep the place open for an additional 50 years. We hope so, too.

So, if you have the time. Drop by, have a pint…use their system to leave someone a pint…and say hello to Dave for us. We’ll miss him and his place until Macworld next year.

Leaving the Moscone after packing up the Griffin booth, I saw something that nearly took my breath away with laughter…

In the evening traffic that seems to build up out front, there was a Ford Escort with a man and woman sitting in the front seats. At the same time they both jumped out and circled the car, exchanging seats.

I stopped, blinked, thought…then laughed. They were Chinese. I saw a real Chinese fire drill.

In honor of New Years Eve, here’s a short story from my book Random Ailments…

Mr. Dick

In a short burst of laughter the group caught sight of something very unfamiliar. The curiously dressed denizens of Time Square on New Years Eve weren’t worth gawking at after a while. As the song goes, the freaks really do come out at night. And, of course, like the rest of us, they had all become accustomed to the large screens here and there. A dozen cameras covered the bright and playful crowd and their ringleader, Mr. Dick.

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