To break up the monotony of the 60 minutes on the elliptical, I’ve begun reading whatever magazines are available. Read = flip pages desperately trying to find something interesting. I don’t always succeed. But the other day I lucked into a great little interview with some of the cast from the Princess Bride. If you don’t know what the Princess Bride is, I highly recommend that you check out the movie or the book. It is funny and smart and romantically inclined.
But really, what I wanted to share was a little bit about André René Roussimoff, otherwise known as André the Giant. As his stage name indicates, he was a large man. Indeed, by the time he was 12, he was too tall to ride the bus to school. The answer to this quandary was to get the only person in town with a convertible to drive him. And the only person in town with a convertible was Samuel Beckett. Yes, that Samuel Beckett , the author of Waiting for Godot and Happy Days, use to drive Andre the giant to school. Feel free to smile at that image. I did. For weeks.
Sometimes I really appreciate the Universe’s sense of humor.