Where In The World

I had dinner at an Olympic medalist's restaurant tonight. I'm in the middle of nowhere, absolutely no reason for this place to produce an Olympian, but it did.

He was back in the kitchen working. No medal hanging around his neck, just a guy. His kid was wandering around the kitchen and the Olympian picked him up, smiled, twirled around, and got back to work.

When we left, he waved to us. He looked like one of my drinking buddies. He was just like me in fact, except that at the thing he does best, there's pretty much nobody in the world who's better.