On Saturday, I was presented with the 2007 William Rockhill Nelson Award for nonfiction. I was also presented with a $500 check, so the next day I headed off to Home Depot to buy one of those gigantic gas grills.
So I marched into the big orange box on Metcalf, in the strip-mall heart of Johnson County, ready to bag my capitalist prey: a Weber Genesis E-320. I'd been eyeing that green-and-chrome bastard for the better part of a month. Now it was finally mine.
As luck would have it, they had an assembled model all ready to go. All I had to do was wheel it through check out and load it into the hatchback.
Then something amazing happened.
As I pushed that grill through the store, every man I passed stopped in his tracks and watched me go by.
One man said, "That's a mighty nice looking grill." Another: "I'm coming to your place for dinner tonight." They all smiled at me, small smiles that seemed to say
God, I wish I had a grill like that!
Reminds me of when I got my grill... what a day that was!
Isn't it great to be a man?!
It was touching. I actually got a little verklempt.
I think it's going to be a good summer.