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This morning he told me a story about his brief encounter with Hapsburg royalty. I think the first rule of conversation is to use his story time to come up with a story of my own, but I think this is close to what he said: Apparently the Hapsburg heirs came to Australia and he was asked to escort the lady to a dinner. She learned he was planning a trip to Europe and invited him to come visit. He took that with a grain of salt, but surprise, the invitation held up. He and his Australian buddy, a cockney guy, met them at their villa and they were invited to dinner the next night at a tiny restaurant by the sea, renowned for their fresh fish. Apparently John's friend frowned and they didn't think he liked fish. They switched all their plans and reservations and went instead to an elegant dinner at a hunting lodge in this hills, with lots of waiters and a large table of guests. The waiter asked John's friend what he'd like to order, and the guy said, "I'll have the fish.".
He never lived it down.
John the banker thinks the worst thing that happened to the corporate economy was stock options. We agree on that and quite a few economic issues but we're still far apart politically. He'd watched the Super Bowl with friends and I couldn't wait to mention Trump's tweet of congratulations to the Chiefs and the great state of Kansas. We have a president who doesn't know the team represents Kansa City, Missouri.
It's now about 4:30 p.m. and I'm at Danisa's restaurant trying to write, but I'm thrown off my game by a foreign (I have no idea of nationality) woman who just won the Short Shorts of the Year award. I try not to stare, and fail.
I am debating whether to have something to eat. I'm debating whether to give up golf and end the misery. I'm debating my complete inability to change the world. Once again I realize I'm a tiny, tiny speck in the universe. I have all the power of a dust mote in a hurricane.