So I could only think of depressing events to write about my current life, so I decided to go back in the vault.
I have had two friends named Robin Miller thus far in my Earthly journey. Neither of them is what you would call typical. My current friend Robin Miller is a software architect. He rides his bike 15 miles to work, wears shorts even in winter, and insists on wearing dress socks with sneakers. We call him the professor because he has general knowledge the breadth of which cannot be matched (at least in the engineering world). Up until recently we ate lunch together every day. He insists on eating no later than 11:15, so people called our lunch crowd Grandpaâ€™s Lunchtime Jamboree. He also plays the Organ in his Presbyterian Church and loves Metalica. We also tease him because he is the most effective debater we know. How? He is long winded and filibusters people into submission. He always gets his way.
The other Robin Miller was no less an odd bird. She was short and squat and she had a mullet. She rode a Harley and was extremely opinionated. In spite of being â€œbig bonedâ€ she was a great athlete, extremely bright and witty. We dated off and on and off and on. She was one of the always the life of the party. Everybody loved hanging out with Robin because she was like a female John Belushi.
We used to go to an Art Cinema called the Nickelodeon. One night, quite by â€œaccident,â€ we went on lesbian cinema night. She got a lot of attention. As it turns out, a couple of years later, I found out that Robin had come out of closet. Who knew? I must have missed the signs. LOL
All this to say if you meet a Robin Miller, get to know them. If you meet more than one, so much the better.