{"id":174,"date":"2011-08-01T15:27:10","date_gmt":"2011-08-01T13:27:10","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/damiengaleone.com\/?p=174"},"modified":"2012-11-05T14:37:53","modified_gmt":"2012-11-05T13:37:53","slug":"the-return-of-ron-rivera","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/damiengaleone.com\/?p=174","title":{"rendered":"The Return of Ron Rivera"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The prank call seemed like such a good idea at the time.<\/p>\n<p>But then, so does almost anything when you&#8217;re sixteen years old and being mischievous. I was playing the part of Ron Rivera, mild-mannered Toyota salesman. Mr. Schorpp, a neighbor who was having a problem with\u00a0his newly bought\u00a0Toyota, was on the other line eating up my apologies and phony offers of compensation. I offered full remuneration\u00a0and\u00a0cocktails and\u00a0dinner with us and\u00a0&#8220;the wives.&#8221; In hindsight,\u00a0Mr. Schorpp must have thought it odd when Ron Rivera offered a night out at the movies. But I was sixteen, and\u00a0that seemed like a\u00a0perfect way to make up for a faulty gas gauge.<\/p>\n<p>Making the situation more illicit\u00a0was the fact that I was standing in the Schorpp&#8217;s\u00a0kitchen and Mrs. Schorrp\u00a0was chuckling away in the corner. She had been the instigator of the joke, though Mr. Schorpp would never believe this line of defence.<\/p>\n<p>As my lark continued, something began to dawn on me with growing horror &#8211; Oh my God, it&#8217;s working.<!--more-->The Schorpps\u00a0were my second family when I was growing up. Eddie was my best friend and partner in crime and Mrs. Schorpp\u00a0served me my second dinner every night &#8211; I now partially thank her for my current Hobbit-like habits and physique. Mr. Schorpp\u00a0was my baseball coach and the only man in the world\u00a0capable of being\u00a0more intimidating\u00a0than\u00a0Bigfoot\u00a0and Nosferatu combined, so when\u00a0he was hooked like a fish onto my\u00a0prank, I knew there&#8217;d be hell to pay. When it all ended I hung up the phone, sweating. The Schorpp&#8217;s\u00a0kitchen phone rang almost instantly, as no doubt Mr. Schorpp\u00a0wanted to tell his wife about his very odd conversation.\u00a0Mrs. Schorpp answered it, giggling like an intoxicated hyena.<\/p>\n<p>With all the counter-intelligence instincts of a McDonald&#8217;s Big Mac, she burst into laughter and sold me out in under three seconds. So much for that.<\/p>\n<p>This was twenty years ago and my first &#8211; and only &#8211; successful prank call to date. Still, the damage had been done, and Ron Rivera has since then been my Langhorne alter ego. When I come home from anywhere &#8211; college, Prague or travelling, the Schorpps ask me how Ron is doing.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Good,&#8221; I&#8217;ll say, he&#8217;s been travelling around Italy this year. I think he&#8217;s going to Korea next year for a month.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>As alter egos go, Ron Rivera, Toyota salesman in Langhorne, PA, isn&#8217;t as exciting as say Superman, Batman or Robin Williams. The one and only photo I have seen of the man\u00a0perfectly\u00a0portrayed\u00a0a man named Ron Rivera,\u00a0Toyota salesman in Langhorne, PA.<\/p>\n<p>When I saw the Schorpps last week,\u00a0we talked in detail about Ron&#8217;s latest adventures. Since then, I&#8217;ve been\u00a0thinking about Ron and his total ignorance\u00a0of how much discussion he&#8217;s been involved in over the last twenty years. He&#8217;s been on grand adventures, has travelled around The Middle East and\u00a0India, driven around Ireland and Italy.<\/p>\n<p>Ron&#8217;s having a hell of a time out there.<\/p>\n<p>This thought made me depressed and paranoid &#8211; depressed because I wondered if Ron&#8217;s alter ego, me, is having more fun\u00a0as him\u00a0than he is. Paranoid at the thought that perhaps all of our alter egos are out there having a hell of a lot\u00a0more fun than we are.<\/p>\n<p>My alter\u00a0ego\u00a0probably has two girlfriends &#8211; mine and his. He probably has an exciting job &#8211; bush pilot, snake charmer or\u00a0pizza man. Maybe he&#8217;s a glove model, the son of a bitch.<\/p>\n<p>If he is tall, I am going to kill him.<\/p>\n<p>Maybe I&#8217;ll call Ron while I&#8217;m in Langhorne and fill him in on our twenty year, one-sided history. Then I&#8217;ll invite him to use my name as his alter ego for the next twenty years. It seems only fair.<\/p>\n<p>Who knows, he&#8217;d probably hate being me.<\/p>\n<p>Who is your alter ego?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The prank call seemed like such a good idea at the time. But then, so does almost anything when you&#8217;re sixteen years old and being mischievous. I was playing the part of Ron Rivera, mild-mannered Toyota salesman. 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