The reaction I get from complete strangers when I wear this shirt out is AWESOME. I wore this to ACL Fest last weekend and no fewer than a dozen people stopped me to tell me they loved the shirt. My favorite was a college age guy walking like 20 feet away from me who yelled, “There’s always money in the banana stand!”
If my (future) teenage son was stalked, shot, and killed by some cop-wannabe loser, I would expect at least two things to happen. 1) Said loser would have injuries as a result of my son defending himself from, ya know, a moron with a gun. 2) Said loser should go to jail.
I’m going to see Paul McCartney tonight, more than 20 years after I saw him the first time. The Houston stop of his 1993 New World Tour was my first real rock concert. That was the show where I was first introduced to the
concept of the “encore”.
<Lights come up>
“Man, good show!”
“Dude, he’s coming back…”
“What? He is? What hasn’t he sung yet?”
I shit you not…THE ENTIRE SECTION in front of me turns around, looks at me, and says “Hey Jude”…
The best part of running a half-marathon was seeing my family at the finish line and having them cheer me on the last 20 yards. Hearing that the casualties in the Boston attacks were people cheering on loved ones breaks my heart.
“When I was a boy and I would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to me, ‘Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping.’ To this day, especially in times of ‘disaster,’ I remember my mother’s words, and I am always comforted by realizing that there are still so many helpers—so many caring people in this world.”— Fred Rogers (via thorne-performance)