Some years ago I attended a birthday party for one of my grandchildren in Huntington Beach, CA. Their apartment at the time was small but comfy, in a complex allegedly owned by Michelle Pfeiffer. Kids were running everywhere, moms were following the tykes hoping to keep their offspring in check and dads were visiting as if everything was under control. My daughter, Kelly, seemed to have somehow kept a lid on the entire proceeding…impressive actually. From my base of operation on the couch and within reach of my Double Stuf Oreos, I could watch the entire happening as it progressed. As time passed, I slowly became aware of a lone gentleman, sitting by himself at the other end of the living room. He appeared middle aged, with grey/white medium length hair and, like me, was taking in the tumult of activity swirling about the modest apartment. I couldn’t tell who […]