The next time you see Brian MacMillan, ask him about the time his pants caught on fire. Seriously. Had a couple of double-A batteries and some nail clippers in his pants pocket, smelled something burning and sure enough, his pocket was smoldering.
And, on top of everything, he was happy to see you.
Brian directed our movie race entry, competing for top prizes in Seattle tomorrow night. Wish us luck. He won’t be there, which the fire marshall was relieved to hear.