Today is my last day in Philadelphia. Tomorrow I'm packing up and rolling to New Jersey for the Morristown Home Show. As it turns out, this is a three day show at the National Guard Armory, and it looks to be a good one.
Morristown is close to where my friend, Joe, lives. Joe's a man after my own heart. He's performed street magic in San Francisco, I think, and also sold steaks and seafood door to door. As you can see, there's more to Joe than meats the eye.
Joe is a cowboy in the best sense of the word. He's his own man, independent, and courageous, and he walks to the beat of his own drum. He makes me laugh, he makes me cry, I like him, I hate him, I respect him, he inspires me, and he pisses me off. Most importantly, he makes me think.
And here's the thing: I've never met him. Maybe this weekend I will. I'll let you know...
Morristown is close to where my friend, Joe, lives. Joe's a man after my own heart. He's performed street magic in San Francisco, I think, and also sold steaks and seafood door to door. As you can see, there's more to Joe than meats the eye.
Joe is a cowboy in the best sense of the word. He's his own man, independent, and courageous, and he walks to the beat of his own drum. He makes me laugh, he makes me cry, I like him, I hate him, I respect him, he inspires me, and he pisses me off. Most importantly, he makes me think.
And here's the thing: I've never met him. Maybe this weekend I will. I'll let you know...
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