Some of you may remember the Bad Matt from my stay in Sioux City, Iowa. Although generally a horrible person, he is a brilliant law clerk for a very distinguished Iowa senior district judge. I posted about his fatal attraction to Pabst Blue Ribbon, and provided a photo of the stash the Good Matt and I discovered in the Bad Matt’s office. Yesterday, via UPS, I received from Bad Matt a spongy Pabst Blue Ribbon hat. Bad Matt’s note indicated that when I went bald from the chemo, I should wear the hat to protect my noggin.
I was shocked. The Bad Matt had played cruel jokes on me when I was a stranger in that strange land we know as Sioux City, Iowa. It never occurred to me that a truly demented Pabst devotee could have a soft spot.
Thank you, Bad Matt. (What goes around comes around.)