whadda ya think, whadda ya think...

It didn't take long for Stretch to get on board. Much like Deano it was clear that he was up for any sort of work, so much that I don't think he really listened to the idea and what was in mind for the project. He just seemed to nod, and listen to individual parts that might make any response he made worth a damn. But, more importantly it was a trip to his basement, trophy room, braggards' den. There among photos of himself and achievements it became clear what type of man he was. Unlike Deano, Stretch had more photos of memories, rather than star power and trinkets to show what an impressive place he was and had been through life. There among various Paramount Picture retirement and achievement awards and gifts were photos of Stretch with the people he had worked with, and not movie stars or big named/ recognizable faces, but rather the behind the scenes guys. You could catch his smiling face in the crowds of set builders all posed for a group shot. I started to interject with ideas of what the vision of the t.v. pilot's set should look like, and Stretch saw the vision pretty quickly. This was nothing new for him, and I wasn't going to present him with a challenge. I thought the look of the Jungle Cruise at Disneyworld's Magic Kingdom covered all the bases. Just as quickly as we had entered the basement, we were on our way out. Stretch's wife was looming and it was evident we had stalled our time, and they were going to be late for more pressing engagements. As we walked out the front door she commented on how next time she would cook for us. Being a single 29 year old (girlfriend aside, sorry hun) I'm always up for the free meal no matter where it's coming from, probably be the death of me. But I would at least hope the poisoned feast would let me kick off with a belly full smile on my face. Not horrified like I'd just eaten bad beets or some other root vegetable. As we walked down the driveway back to Halice's SUV, business card trading done, and hobnobbing in the past Minus, our fearful writer trailed behind the way to his early ninties Camero. All the way pandering to Halice that he would email and keep in contact. I unfortunately, or fortunately, had already sabotaged his hopes of work on the project. The keys were handed off to me as Halice turned back to Deano to give the obligatory "I'll give you a call within the week". We left mid evening, and just in time I was getting hungry for dinner, but as I would learn, this yerning too could be a curse....