Mr Holly and I were driving through Wickenburg, AZ this evening and feeling hungry. I used my newly installed Yelp app to find the nearest restaurant with a #1 rating. Yelp showed El Ranchero Mexican Restaurant. It was packed when we got there, not just because it was rated #1 in Wickenburg but because this is Rodeo weekend and there were people everywhere! (BTW, it was the best Mexican food in Wickenburg)
The only open seating was in a little off-shoot area about 8 feet wide that was just deep enough to hold 6 two-person tables. We sat in the middle table on the right. After we got our drinks and placed our order two men walked in and sat at the third table on the left. Mr Holly said, "Wow, that man looks like Wilford Brimley." When he walked passed me and sat down facing me I said, "Honey that IS Wilford Brimley."
My father was a huge western movie fan so I have seen just about every old western movie at least a few times. As a child I could do a pretty good "Duke" impersonation. (The "Duke" is John Wayne for those who were not western fans in the 60's.) And I am very familiar with what Wilford Brimely sounds like, so if this man spoke, I would know immediately if he was the Wilford Brimley or a look-a-like. The server approached his table to take their drink orders and the man asked a question...It WAS Wilford!
Mr Holly said he thought he heard that Mr Brimley lived somewhere near here in Arizona. So I googled it with my phone and learned that he is in town for a performance at the Del E Webb Center for Performing Arts.
I didn't want to stare at him because he probably gets that all the time. He seemed like he was trying to blend in...he was wearing denim bib overalls over a crisply pressed light blue dress shirt and a tan cowboy hat (just like the one in the photo above promoting the event). So I didn't bother him. I just enjoyed listening to him talk to the young man he was dinning with. Judging by the age it could have easily been his grandson. I love the sound of Wilford's voice, it is so fatherly and comforting. Makes me want to have a bowl of warm oatmeal.