Plan B

About 7 years ago my daughter Jessica, then a teenager, informed me that she had a date with a guy named Nick McClure. I had talked to young master McClure a year so prior to when I was setting up the Lafayette Band web page.

At that point in time he was working part-time for a local Internet Service Provider and was trying to convince me that it would be better to host the band’s web page, for a fee, instead of using the free server at Fayette County Schools.

I had this mental image of Nick McClure. Something along the lines of Bill Gates with a nerd-pack in his shirt pocket.

So as the date approached I, as an untold number of fathers have, made plans on how I was going greet Mr. McClure at my front door. Thoughts of fear, threat and intimidation ran through my mind. Seemed like a good plan.

Now anyone can tell you that the best laid battle plan never survives initial contact. So the door bell rang, I made sure I got to the door first. I opened the door.

I quickly realized that plan A had just evaporated before my eyes.

There stood Nick, about four inches taller and 20 pounds heavier than me, and not 20 of my flabby middle aged pounds either, with his hair braided into a pony tail that reached to his waist.

Nope, not Bill Gates.

But rather a soccer playing Explorer Scout that was already running a web hosting business out of his parent’s basement. So I went to plan B --- be nice.

It worked.

Last September Jess and Nick were married.

And that explains why there are links on this page to McClure Photo and Ceiligirls.