Like untold millions of movie fans across the globe, I appreciate the work of Steve McQueen. But my connection with the king of cool runs deeper than that of your average Joe matinee fan. This isn’t something I go around telling people; I guess I’m not much of a namedropper. Maybe I’m feeling a bit whimsical today. Back in ’84, I was a delivery man for Sparkletts Water. Believe it or not, I delivered bottled water to Steve McQueen’s son, Chad. I’m not kidding. I’ll never forget what Steve McQueen’s son said to me that day. He looked me square in the eye and said, “How’s it goin’, man.” And I looked right back at him and said, get this, “Pretty good.” It was profound. Please don’t let your knowledge of this relationship change the way you consider me or my blog. I still put my pants on one leg at a time.
