Something I think about far too regularly is the conversations that take place at Thanksgiving when the entire Hanks family gathers. What a meeting of the minds. You have one of the most endearing, beloved, critically acclaimed Americans sitting across from Tom Hanks. Oh, to be a fly on the wall! I like to believe Tom draws from Chet as his muse, the inspiration whom breathes life into every single role Tommy boy has given us over the last 20 or so years, his eternal fountain of life, his conduit to the cosmos. Without Tom there would be no Chet, but without Chet there would be no Tom. Not as we know him today, at least. And for that, we are all thankful.
It's important to have friends. Friends will call you on your bullshit and tell you when an idea is truly dumb as hell. The problem with this friend is that I know for a fact he's been behind some of Chet's exceptionally dumbass ideas in the past. Therefor, I can absolutely not trust his judgement when it comes to white boy summer.