“I got an exclusive campaign for Gucci when Tom Ford
was running it.  I flew to Italy for the runway show.  He puts
me in a pink Speedo.  I know exactly how much I weighed:
178 pounds.  He was like, ‘He’s too fat,’ and I got fired.” 
– Ashton Kutcher.  As luck would have it, I’m in Europe, roughly 170 pounds
and about to put on my pink Speedo!

It’s a small world after all, as the song says.  This was driven home during my endless overseas excursions.  Last week, I was in a remote area of Bulgaria – a country made up of nothing but remote areas.  Being the capitalist pig I am, I ordered dinner to be delivered (I can only struggle to pronounce letters shaped like the number “3” for so long).  I got a call that my food was downstairs.  The delivery guy explained that he realized my phone number was from the United States because he had been there.  “Where?” I asked.  Massachusetts.  I tell him I’m from Massachusetts.  Turns out he spent the summer in Provincetown – working in places like Bayside Betsy’s and the Governor Bradford Inn.  “By working there for three months, I could pay for a year of college and living expenses here.”  Big Daddy Masters used to tell me how he’d work all summer to pay for a year at Boston University.  It’s nice to know the American Dream is still alive…as long as you don’t live in America!