A couple of weeks ago, I got a phone call from Ashley, my youngest daughter. She was in a shop called "Vintage", and she wanted to know, if I had a choice, which one of these would I pick?
I told her I appreciated the thought, but I have a thing about drinking anything out of someone's head.
So she bought me this poster instead:
Last summer, Ashley was in San Diego,California. She went there with some friends to pick up a vehicle. I jokingly told her that she should go up to LA, find James Dean's star, and take a picture of it for me. She said they weren't going to be anywhere near LA, and even if they did go, that would be the last thing she'd be thinking of doing. I didn't figure she would, but I had to ask. I had almost completely forgotten about it until one night in early July, she called me.
A: Hi, mom. We're on Hollywood Boulevard. We've been looking for James Dean's star but we can't find it. Where is it?
ME (after I had stopped hyperventilating): It's not on Hollywood Boulevard. It's on Vine Street. 1719 Vine Street.
A: Wow. You know the exact address? (Pause) Wait...I forgot this is you. Well, we'll find it and then I'll email you a picture.
ME: Oh my God! Thank you, thank you, thank you! You are the best kid ever!
I spent the next half hour dancing around the house until she called to tell me to check my email. This is what I got:
She's the only one of my four daughters who has ever gotten me anything that had to do with James Dean. I'm going to visit her during Spring Break, and she told me that she would spend some time before I came
looking for more places with James Dean memorabilia so we could go shopping. What a kid, huh?
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