The "Gold Watch"

So, there I was working on the lathe yesterday when I hear a "Hiiiiiii, lets go for half priced Martini's!"
Ok, Dawsons is 3 doors down from the shop. Yes, I have been known to get a drink after work, why not? It was 5:30. I could close the shop down 30 minutes early... Ok, why not? I hadn't spent hardly any time with my friend. 2 Martinis later for her and a couple Sailor Jerry's and Diet Coke ( I am trying to lose weight, remember?) I am hearing all manner of things I didn't expect.

See, my friend is somewhat a legacy in the "industry" as we who are in it like to say. She is uber smart, talented and seems to damn near be a master of all trades. Off the charts smart, I think. Anyhow, I am hearing how she grew up, how the family lost the "fortune" and how she is lucky she isnt her brother, because there is going to be waaay more pressure on him in a few years.

Anyhow, because the family lost its "fortune", I was joking about the scene from Pulp Fiction with her that this time in her life is her "Gold Watch" and basically her "birthright" after she told me the story of some corporate guys were trying to talk her into dropping her last name. This really perplexed me. Why on earth would someone want you to drop your last name unless they fear you? And fear they must, and fear they shall. My friend is driven, really driven. She has "that attitude" that makes people really take notice of her and they can tell she is going places.

One place she is going is to my shop. I have opened up my framebuilding shop, for the first time ever, to allow someone other than myself to build frames. Why? For her "Gold Watch". Now, my name ain't Quasimoto, but I got a hunch here, I think this is one woman who can and will change the "industry" and I am happy to call her my friend. Go get your "Gold Watch"! You deserve it.