Ed, you were right. One minute I was sitting there all by myself and I noticed the area around my camper suddenly became much brighter, and I could have sworn I heard opera singers, and...then...he was there. He also had with him...a bag...on wheels...that produced all assorted types of drinks. It had wine glasses in it, forks, knives, bottle openers, wide screen television (that only picked up Big Ten games) and he had eye glasses that made everything around him go dimmer.
He is a master of manipulation. My children, who usually don't gravitate to my guests, were drawn to him like a magnet. He produced toys for both of them, and then cookies (not the cheap stuff you pick up at Wal Mart). My oldest grabbed the chair right next to him and listened to his every word.
We did talk football, the Fort, weather, squirrels, Halloween, Disney restaurants, calculus, golf carts, DVC, astrophysics, nuclear engineering, redneck food, accents, other Disney guests, the Disboards, BamaEd, trains, flying, continental drifts, the theory of Atlantis, bigfoot, BamaEd (again), rustic camping, how to get good seats for Illuminations (using the wildlife), the Grand Floridian, BamaEd (kept coming up), how he raised and trained The Kraken, and retirement.
Alas, my moment of glory was over as he had other things to attend to so he departed (much to my childrens' dismay).
It was great meeting you Scupper, glad we could finally get together. It was good conversation and cookies...uh...I mean IBC Rootbeer...doh...I mean IT WAS ANOTHER GREAT MEETING.
I took a picture of him for you guys...
It's strange...I took, like 9 pictures, and this was the best one...