Why we do what we do

Another great weekend at Hollyhock.  Eric and his honey, Shannon and friends Chris and...oops, sorry lost her name, did the wine thing...and cooked at the Bungalow (we got the leftovers).  But also visiting were Charles and Lisa...Charles is an inigma.  He drives up in a new Mercedes and one of the first things he wants to do is drive my tractor.  It has a large bucket and a large disc attached to the rear end and I've had few requests to drive it.  He jumps up on the thing, gets a quick heads up on levers and gears, and away he goes.  He reminded me of me...always that youthful, inquiring, high energy "got to do that" approach to life. The other part of his enigmatic aura was that he was somewhat reluctant to fess up as to what he does.  That's cool.  But, I suspect from his obvious contacts in this area, and where he went, and who he met, suggests something in the entertainment field.  You can't kill the detective in the detective.  I'm guessing something in the televsion or film industry, and having had an experience with a large agent agency in L.A. (Paul Kohner) back in 1988 before that six month writers' strike, I'm thinking that Charles is probably a director or even has an agency...and to protect people from throwing scripts through the windows of his Mercedes, he just keeps a cool demeanor.  That's also cool...but just to show you he is on the write track (pun intended), I do have a script.  Hah!