So is this guy's ambition to make it to 100? That was John D. Rockefeller's ambition. And he did. Made it to 101 I believe. Or was that his grandson, David Rockefeller? He made it to 100. So it was either John D. or David...or both that made it to 100. Getting to be 100 isn't very interesting but wanting to order the world as you approach 100 is interesting. That was David Rockefeller's obsession to the very end. He was one of the daddies of globalism. Old and frail and wanting to control everything. Strange.
A friend of mine planned his finances very well with life expectancy of 100.
If you met him you'd think that is reasonable.
Totally anal-retentive. 100% uptight. Absolutely everything in his life thought through just so. To the last outrageous detail with no room for anything unexpected. No wiggle-room for anything extemporaneous.
He showed us a video of himself winning a ballroom dancing contest (in costume) and I thought I would die laughing. Stick a corncob up the butt of a robot programmed for dancing to draw your mental picture.
His diet, his education, his choice of friends, his manner of dressing, his speech, his grooming, his career ambition, his automobiles, his home, his hair, his teeth, his work out regimen, his shoes, his manicure, especially his finances, his savings and his investments, all just so.
Then he died of health issues at age 35.
Oh man. I just now was forced to recall something. To be fair, I must relate this.
He called me up and asked me if I'd co-host a dinner for important guests of his. I do not know these people.
He had it all planned down to the last detail.
He needed me because although he could see it all, he couldn't see him pulling it off by himself.
He couldn't visualize the timing of things. Pulling his ideas together freaked him right out.
I had a GREAT time working together with him. This is a very fond memory.
The main thing was veal scallopini. Thin slices lightly dusted with flour then quick-fried for 1 minute. Ten people then you've got a pile of these slices. Gravy from pan drippings, potatoes, vegetables, a salad that I put together with dressing that I made, then homemade ice cream with chocolate melted onto a pan chilled outside in the snow and curls scrapped off onto the ice cream.
When dessert was finished the guests stood up and applauded.
[I realize that fake online stories all end with "everyone clapped" but in this case everyone actually did. And that only happened once. So fuck all you internet liars who wreck my real life stories. ]
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So is this guy's ambition to make it to 100? That was John D. Rockefeller's ambition. And he did. Made it to 101 I believe. Or was that his grandson, David Rockefeller? He made it to 100. So it was either John D. or David...or both that made it to 100. Getting to be 100 isn't very interesting but wanting to order the world as you approach 100 is interesting. That was David Rockefeller's obsession to the very end. He was one of the daddies of globalism. Old and frail and wanting to control everything. Strange.
A friend of mine planned his finances very well with life expectancy of 100.
If you met him you'd think that is reasonable.
Totally anal-retentive. 100% uptight. Absolutely everything in his life thought through just so. To the last outrageous detail with no room for anything unexpected. No wiggle-room for anything extemporaneous.
He showed us a video of himself winning a ballroom dancing contest (in costume) and I thought I would die laughing. Stick a corncob up the butt of a robot programmed for dancing to draw your mental picture.
His diet, his education, his choice of friends, his manner of dressing, his speech, his grooming, his career ambition, his automobiles, his home, his hair, his teeth, his work out regimen, his shoes, his manicure, especially his finances, his savings and his investments, all just so.
Then he died of health issues at age 35.
Oh man. I just now was forced to recall something. To be fair, I must relate this.
He called me up and asked me if I'd co-host a dinner for important guests of his. I do not know these people.
He had it all planned down to the last detail.
He needed me because although he could see it all, he couldn't see him pulling it off by himself.
He couldn't visualize the timing of things. Pulling his ideas together freaked him right out.
I had a GREAT time working together with him. This is a very fond memory.
The main thing was veal scallopini. Thin slices lightly dusted with flour then quick-fried for 1 minute. Ten people then you've got a pile of these slices. Gravy from pan drippings, potatoes, vegetables, a salad that I put together with dressing that I made, then homemade ice cream with chocolate melted onto a pan chilled outside in the snow and curls scrapped off onto the ice cream.
When dessert was finished the guests stood up and applauded.
[I realize that fake online stories all end with "everyone clapped" but in this case everyone actually did. And that only happened once. So fuck all you internet liars who wreck my real life stories. ]
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