every year, we have a new goofball to obsess on.
whether it's some character with a loch ness mullet and a foreigner t-shirt.
or some knife booth girl from the ukraine who waves back to us when we wave to her (and then jonny airplanes walks down onto the floor ands brings her up to the press suite for a beer).
or maybe it was our company's former rainmaker who keeps giving us the finger in passing in and out of the fray.
but this guy was our man this year.
our frequent flyer.
our go to weirdo. the man we followed.
sara voids found him independant of us and snapped away.
everyday, he wore a different variation of his acapulco shirt/and knee socks.
his kitch was a dream come true.
on day four, the editor had gotten into the game. he likes our little mullet hunt.
he gets the joke.
i get a text message from him.
"our guy is by the glock booth, in a robe and slippers"
and lo and behold, there he was. goddam classic
he was like the gift that kept on giving.
the stuff that makes the gun show worthwhile.
until next time.
when we return to florida.