One of the most wonderfully strange things that ever happened to me was this.
We called it The Ken Socrates Like-A-Look Contest.
Twelve gloriously beautiful loonies whom, to this day, I adore with the sort of undying affection that will earn you a restraining order in most states. They came from all corners of this crazy globe but they all had one thing in common.
The willingness to don the fur hat and sunglasses and, for a moment, just a fleeting moment, find out what it’s like to glide so effortlessly through the stratosphere of cool.
To each of you, a raised glass. Now and forever.