A snapshot…
We get regular e-mail updates on the big guy, and today, after some nuts’n’bolts info:
“So, now for the Big Ben story of the week…
Yesterday was a very trying second shift. Even though five of the six people in the house were doing fine, one was having an especially rough go of it. At the end of the night, once things had finally calmed down, I was debriefing the staff before I went home. As we are in the middle of our conversation, Ben walks right in between us without a shirt on, doesn’t even look at us and plainly states, ‘Red shirt.’
At this point, I couldn’t help but laugh. Not only was this just the perfect way to cap off my long evening but the way Ben came through the kitchen was marvelous. He has a swagger and matter-of-fact nature to his walk and how he carries himself that totally disarms any situation and brings at least a smile to your face.
Epilogue: His red shirt was in the washer. We got him to put on a different shirt. In the morning, he came out shirtless again in search of his red shirt. This time it was dry and ready for him.”
He DOES look good in red.