Wednesday, July 07, 2004

If you ever find yourself at the corner of Topanga Canyon Boulevard and Pacific Coast Highway, do me a favor and purchase a hotdog from Shawn Yekikian. He is the 300 pound, 6 feet-plus guy with longish hair, beard and thick-lensed glasses, who you will find sitting next to his hotdog cart there.

While your there eating your Shofar dog in a Vienna bun with your choice of condiments from containers laid neatly in a row, except for the mayonnaise, which he keeps refrigerated, tell him that I said hi. And if he asks who I am, just tell him a guy living half way around the world, dreaming of finding what he has found:

"This isn't the most important job in the world," Yekikian says, a little self-consciously. "It's not like being a policeman or a fireman. But I like it." He makes enough to get by, he adds. What more does he need?

It may not be the most important job in Shawn’s opinion, but since it’s what he wants to be doing and it makes him happy, it is the most important job in the world. What a lucky guy, doing what he wants to do.

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