THE MOST INTERESTING MAN/WOMAN IN THE WORLD (issue 25)
- [Welcome to Positivity Wednesday. For those of you on the East Coast,
hopefully it's not yet Thursday. For those of you on the Left Coast, hop in
your car and drive to Palo Alto. THE BEST possible cuppa joe y'all could
have today will be found inside that little ol' (used to be) movie house at
429 S California Avenue. There you are likely to meet up with today's hero,
none other than Don Charles Lundell--who (you may not believe this) started
out in life in the same city I did: Chi-Town. Ask him! But in the
meantime, everything you otherwise might need to know is here:
[The clever cyber-surfer will also therein discover that DC's not alone in
his way-fabulously successful enterprise--and thus have some hint as to
next's Wednesday's Positivity--but the REALLY clever geek will also chance
upon a verbal "commercial" that the penner of this very happiness post once
recorded for, yes, The Zombies.]
A finer living entrepreneur upon the planet you are likely never to find;
and, despite the "living dead" theme, the only "horror" you could possibly
ever experience from him might be slapping yourself for not knowing this
He started with nothing, imagined everything, borrowed most things,
stockpiled a few things, and then sold them all. His mail-order expertise
has rivaled, and by now far surpassed, even that of Sears.
Big cities have offered to build HIM "the world's tallest building," for
His customer service is legendary. Often customers will receive their
orders before they even order anything.
Once he personally delivered shoes and other supplies to half the runners in
a big footrace--just before the start--when it was discovered that their
airlines had lost all their luggage. The first call he received about this
came less than an hour before the gun went off.
He's so persuasive that, during Halloween, it's Zombies who treat all the
ghouls and Boise.
His inspiring running feets are exceeded only by his feats as a
photographer. His running pics have graced the covers of major magazines,
while his graphics of feet have mostly caused upsets, for example, at
He himself has coached and "paced" souls back from the dead. At Javelina
one year, he not only helped a many-times-DNF'd runner finish her first 100
miles, but he also brought all the ox, mule, and rattlesnake skulls back to
life and they crossed the finish line, too.
But his true calling is café brewing. If you don't die and go to heaven
upon sipping that first cup of java he whips up for you, it's because the
line before The Pearly Gates is too long and you have to wait awhile. In
the meantime, of course, he'll be only too happy ta espresso ya huppa 'nudda
He is The Most Interesting Man in the World.
"I don't always resurrect; but when I do, I prefer the tall order to be
postpaid. Stay UPS, my friends."
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See (and hear) some originals:
["just another lute-plucking shipping clerk in the Middle Ages"]
Yankee Folly of the Day:
I know of someone else this Halloween who's wrapping himself and his sofa in
tinfoil, so he can be a couch potato.