I'm 66 and I write letters with a fountain pen.
He has more than 1,800 followers on Tumblr.
I'm not even sure what that is.
He likes bands with names like Bring Me the Horizon, Black Veil Brides and Of Mice and Men.
I'm still listening to the Rolling Stones, Dylan, Baez, The Supremes, The Temptations, Billy Joel and a bunch of other singers and groups he knows nothing about. (I recently ordered The Dave Clark Five's greatest hits from Amazon, for example, and he asked me if Dave Clark was the old guy that used to do the New Year's Eve thing from Times Square. I'm really glad all over that he made me feel sooooo old with that question...)
He's been known to lie on the couch for days on end, complaining that he's bored while doing something complicated with his fingers on the keyboard of his phone.
I don't even have a phone and the best part of my day is my daily walk around the city, exploring new neighborhoods.
I like sports.
He doesn't.
He makes GIFs.
Again... no clue.
Okay, you get it, we don't have a whole lot in common.
But there is this one thing...
Sherlock.
I've been a Sherlock Holmes fan since I first read "The Speckled Band" back in grade school. I like Robert Downey Jr. and Jude Law as Holmes and Watson. I like Jonny Lee Miller and Lucy Liu as Holmes and Watson, and Basil and Nigel and Jeremy Brett... like I said, I'm a fan.
And because I am I especially like the BBC's "Sherlock."
So, it turns out, does Josep.
Amazing.
And since I have both Seasons One and Two on DVD (I know, you were probably thinking I had them on VHS but, no, I've got a grip - well, actually a fingernail - on the 21st Century and its technology... though there is no way I'm falling for the whole Blu-ray scam. I mean, who wants to count the number of pores on an actor's face?)
Where was I?
Oh yeah, and since I have both the first and second seasons on DVD we decided to have a Sherlock marathon complete with popcorn, barbecue potato chips, hot dogs (mustard for me, ketchup for him), shrimp (with cocktail sauce, of course, since we are marginally civilized even though we're males) and ice-cold orange soda (or pop, depending upon where you're from.)
It was great. We discussed plot points, motivations, Watson's character, Mrs. Hudson's late (but not lamented) husband and just how it is that Sherlock could have survived a multi-story fall from the roof of a tall building at the end of the second season.
Of course, once his mom (the doctor) reads this we'll be in for a lecture on proper nutrition and the evils of staying up all night to watch television but it was worth it...
Totally.
And if you're also a fan, you know exactly what I'm talking about.
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