Last night, while visiting my sister-in-law a car honked at us (me, missus and Goldberg: The Next Generation). We were flummoxed who it could be. Now we know:

Mr. Goldberg:
I am the crazy fool who honked and wildly gesticulated at you and your family while you were out strolling earlier this evening near [Redacted]. It wasn’t until I was half way down [Redacted] that I realized that my pointing (as in “you da man!”) alternating with a thumbs up (as in, well, “you da man!”) could be construed by the average pedestrian as some SOB “shooting” with a loaded hand. Just the opposite. I burn hours of productivity a day at The Corner and so, when I saw you on the sidewalk, it was like a toddler seeing Winnie the Pooh for the first time at the Character Breakfast at Walt Disney World. Good thing I didn’t have my camera or right about now I’d be putting up a picture of you and me next to the one of my son standing next to Donald Duck. So, sorry for the intrusion.
Best regards,
[Name withheld]