So, I'm taking a late lunch at some barbecue joint down the road in Winter Garden. It's quiet, and I can get a table for four where I can spread out my newspaper, and maybe look over the draft of the new development code.
Well, not so quiet this this. Four young, unusually hip guys walk in, and sit at the table next to mine. They're followed by an older guy. They're discussing songs, credits, deals, concerts -- a discussion that's far more LA than West Orange County.
My peace and quiet is disturbed by O-Town. I know I'm getting old when my thoughts are along the lines of "they're famous, but so what?" Now, if it was Rush or Boston at the next table, that would be something. Nope ... it's a damn boy band. I plowed through the Money section of USA Today, paid my bill, grabbed some mints and drove back to work.