Famousville is a small place
At a late lunch today I sat at a table next to Michael Stipe:
or at least someone who looks a whole lot like him. He came in, sat down and read the NYTimes with big black chunky reading glasses.
At a table across the room Ed Burns was having lunch with "the guys."
Recognized because of his very distinctive voice. I wouldn't have noticed them except that the RM pointed out that that table of hobbits looked like they were from out of town.
Perhaps someday I will interrupt someone famous for no reason except to say "Hey it's you! Hi. I love you. ... um, uh ... bye!" And run off.
My project for next week is to make a list of the people I would like to meet in NYC. It starts with zefrank and Malcolm Gladwell.