HE'S A NICE GUY

In yesterday's blog I wrote of Snowbirds and the bad drivers they encounter in their Winter home in Phoenix. I also implied that traffic would be better now that there are fewer visitors on the road. Wrong.

On my way to have an enjoyable meal at Tommy Bahama's Restaurant, I nearly had two wrecks and one fight. And all were talking on their cell phones.

That's normal. Well, not really. I've only dined at Tommy's about four times. Boy is it good.

The drivers were all rude. But I met the World Champ at Sky Harbor Airport last week, and he was very polite. Well, former World Champ anyway(s).

As Caroline was going through the line at Starbucks, I was left to protect our luggage which consisted of two roll ons. I was standing close to the line, but was well in back of it. Two different people asked if I was in line. I moved even further back. Then a third guy asked if I was in line.

My reply, "No, sir, go right ahead." As he made his turn I recognized Mike Tyson. I added, "How's it goin', Mike?"

He said, "Not bad, man. Hey, you look kinda strong. You want to go a few rounds?"

Naugh. He didn't say anything. But it was cool to see him, and at least talk to him. Strong, oh yeah, he looked it, but I didn't realize how short he is. He may be 5'9'', 5'10'' at most. But definitely no more.

But the coolest thing was that he wasn't rude. He didn't try to cut in. He wasn't on a cell. He didn't try to pass. He wasn't moving too fast. He wasn't tailgating. Now, if he wants to do all those things in his car with me around--well, no problem.