We meet a lot of cool people on the ship. Our show is pretty well received and it’s great to receive such awesome feedback. Two cruises ago, a guy came to our lecture and dropped some very nice compliments my way and said that he had taken some improv class with Robin Williams and John Ritter. I recognized him from somewhere, but I couldn’t remember where, and I didn’t want to bother him about it on his vacation.
Later on in the cruise, he comes up to me in the gym to tell me the improv teacher’s name, and I couldn’t resist anymore so I asked where I knew him from. “CHiPs,” he says. He played the goofy cop on the show. I told how much I dug that show as a kid. I wanted to be a cop, for God’s sake. Hilarious. What a nice guy, too. I met his wife, his daughter, all very cool.
Tonight, this very nice guy comes up talks about the show, how fun it is to travel, and he says: “Now I’m a little older than you guys, but long ago, I got a letter from a guy named Lyndon Johnson so I got to travel for a couple years. Have you heard of a guy called chay gwaveera?”
Yes, we replied.
“Well, he’s dead now. I can tell you, he is definitely dead. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”
Once that sank in, he followed by saying, “You know, today we walked around
I couldn’t help but feel he was right. I mean, this guy had done his part, he’d killed Che Guavara.
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