My favorite clip I’ve read this week (from Benjamin LeRoy’s Huffington Post article on people who will survive the publishing revolution):
“There’s a guy–something of a legend in my second hometown of Wewahitchka, FL–the locals call “Barefoot.” He’s the kind of guy that you call if you’ve got a particularly bothersome rattlesnake or alligator in your yard, you need your house painted, or the engine in your car has blown out. He’s also the kind of guy that has been stabbed on numerous occasions for one thing or another, still has left over bullet fragments in his body, and at over 50 years old, still doesn’t have an assistant to boss around. He goes out and does what needs to be done. When Armageddon comes, he’ll come out the other side–a survivor.”
I want to meet that guy.
I kind of want to be that guy.
To see the whole article, click here.