My alarm didn’t go off. Woke up 7 minutes later than I was supposed to. Mike: “You should invest in a real alarm clock.” He’s right.
Walked to work. Day unexpectedly gray and misty. A whorl of pigeons sprung up out of nowhere, scattering in every direction. Looked up and closer, saw a hawk.
Watched a man in a suit close his cell phone, pocket it, and then toss his tiny umbrella in the air like a baseball, letting it spin. He greeted the cigarette kiosk man with a first name, like an old friend.
I must admit, before meeting Tom, I had heard so many rumors and so much gossip that I was afraid. Frankly, his gambling debts, his animal magnetism, coupled with his disregard for the feelings of others… His elaborate gun collection, his mad shopping sprees, the face lifts, the ski trips, the drug busts and the hundreds of rooms in his home. The tax shelters, the public urination…I was nervous to meet the real man himself. Baggage and all. But I found him to be gentle, intelligent, open, bright, helpful, humorous, brave, audacious, loquacious, clean, and reverent. A Boy Scout, really (and a giant of a man). Join me now for a rare glimpse into the heart of Tom Waits. Remove your shoes and no smoking, please.