“The Edge… there is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over. “
-Hunter S. Thompson
I’ve known one older gentlemen for some time now who is certainly an odd bird, tossing his off-the-wall and often careless comments into conversations and occupying space unselfconsciously where ever he is. One of the first times I met him he told me a story about how, during a pitch meeting, he told one of the younger business executives to, “Blow me.” He said,
“Now they’re making me do that damn sensitivity training.”
As it turns out, this would not be his first time attending.
He lives on 70 acres of land in an old colonial house occupied only by him and two little red-haired dogs, who share his bed, and most of the rooms contain some kind of dog-themed paraphernalia. In the guest bathroom, on more than one occasion, I have seen toilet paper printed with Barrack Obama’s face, grinning widely. Meanwhile, on the dining room wall, a framed Adriana Lima stares quite seriously during a dinner of roasted lamb and mint jelly, or sometimes beef and potatoes.
Every evening ends with a martini, or a malbec, if he has company. Every Christmas is spent in Aspen, with summers in Newport. He collects old, vintage cars and during the warm months he can be found in his very large garage, tinkering, although he usually prefers his Mini Coop on the average day.
I have rarely heard him make a joke that did not offend some demographic, and I frequently receive his chain e-mails, containing some kind of political cartoon or satire. And, despite the groan that issues from his mouth upon standing or sitting, it appears that he does not consider himself, in body or spirit, a day over 40. He’s also quite fond of a belt whose clasp is a silver alligator.
In addition to his ADD, “I think I may have Aspergers. Others seem to think so,” he has said more than once. As a father of two children he has stated that, “parenting is overrated,” and I have never heard him describe a close friend of his without including some variation on the word, “crazy,” (see title of post.) Additionally, he speaks fluent French.
He cannot resist finding the best deal on whatever he is purchasing, he enjoys a good Mamet play, and prefers the music of Wagner when he’s not listening to Top 40′s. His kids always come first, he is a generous gift-giver, a supporter of the ASPCA, and has opened his home to many displaced individuals over the years. While his colorful comments and behavior often give cause for my eyes to roll skyward, he always does what he can for others and is more sensitive than he’d probably care to admit. He is a ridiculous, and sometimes abrasive man, who, despite his often routine existence, can usually be counted on to surprise.