Jack Johnson
After dropping John off for his driving lesson today at Kahala Mall I was under the overpass on Waialae waiting to make the U-turn and head back up toward my house (for sale, by the way.) A young boy selling the Star Bulletin came up to me and asked if I’d buy a paper. Supporting these young entrepreneurs is one of the only reasons I’d buy from a street vendor, and on a Sunday or a holiday like Memorial Day it seems especially fitting to do so. I took the paper but when I checked my wallet I had only a $20 bill. The young fellow was not disappointed when I apologized and offered the paper back, and after quickly determining that he did not have enough change to break the bill he said: "I see you have a Jack Johnson CD; I like him too so I’ll let you keep the paper for free."
I was surprised, but thanked him and said, “OK. I’ll pay you next time.”
The youngster gave me a big smile and replied “Oh sure. There’s always a next time. Have a good day.”
Well, 15 minutes and a trip through McDonald’s drive-thru later—I bought only 2 side salads, I swear—I was back at the same stop light where I found the boy and his buddy sitting down for a rest. I hailed my new friend and held $2 out the window. As he came up to me grinning I said “Do you like Jack Johnson’s song about where all the good people have gone?” He nodded and I said, “Well, I’ve met one today, and I want to say that someone with an attitude like yours will go far in the world. It’s been a pleasure doing business with you.” He was still calling “thank you” as I rounded the corner and drove away.
So, Jack, what do you think? Would you be willing to talk to me about letting me campaign for Congress using your song?