Nature Boy

When I was a very late teen and a very early twenty-ish aged girl, I lived in my parents' house, which was very, very close to Ric Flair's house.  Like, within a mile.

(the reason that Ric Flair is on my mind is because of this article.)

One time, I was on a plane, and it turned out that, according to the guy sitting next to me, the guy across the aisle from us was Ric Flair's son, and the guy next to me thought that the Ric-Flair's-Son guy had been accused of beating his wife or girlfriend or something.  None of which mattered until the little curtain ahead of us was pulled back to reveal that Ric Flair himself was sitting up in first class, while his poor shmuck of a kid was stuck back in regular seating with us.  tee hee.

But that's not my good Ric Flair story.

(also, let it be known that I've never been a huge wrestling fan, although I did watch it somewhat regularly for maybe a year or so, during that time when I lived with my parents, largely because of Some Boy that I was dating at the time who enjoyed the orchestration of wrestling.  We both knew it wasn't "real," but we enjoyed the sport/ballet aspect of it, and also the smack talk.)

One year, on Halloween, it was left to me to go to the local (very fancy pants) grocery store near my parents' house, to buy candy.  I took Beanie, who was, at the time, maybe 2 or 3 years old, and off we went, he dressed as, like, a pumpkin or a sweet little clown, or a teddy bear, or some such.

When we were at the checkout with five giant bags of fun-size snickers, this man was one line over, with shockingly white hair. 

giggle giggle...
"Excuse me, sir?  Your costume is FANTASTIC.  You look EXACTLY like Ric Flair."

(he kind of just stared at me, but how great would it have been if he had issued a trademark WHOOOO in response?  so let's pretend that's what happened...)
"WHOOOOOOOOO."

Too bad my parents moved away from that place.  That place was awesome.