I met Robert
By the time I returned, he was gone. Ah well.
From the little I saw, I can say that Robert is a charming fellow with a good sense of humor. Strangely enough (even to myself) I noticed his shoes were quite plain. I don’t know why I even looked, but I guess I expected him to wear sneakers with a suit, like Phil Collins, but discovered conservative, black leather dress shoes. The only other time I can remember even noticing someone’s footwear was a stripper at the Red Rose in Austin, TX, (probably because that’s all she was wearing) but I digress.
In fairness, he had just come from a meeting with Target Corp. so I’m sure his sneakers were in the backpack; and while I had never seen a backpack with a jacket and slacks before, but it actually worked quite well for him.
I told him not to judge Minnesotan’s too harshly, since all there really is to do here in ‘flyoverland’ is Drink, Blog, and Write Progressive Rock Music (The fourth thing, which is End Sentences with Prepositions, is something I didn’t think to bother him with.) It is no coincidence that these things can all be done in the basement when the weather hits 110 below zero.
Sadly, I forgot to ask him for feedback on my “Open Letter to Podcasters” on keeping their damn times down. Maybe next time.