My Brush with Greatness
So my wife and I are
walking along the street in downtown Indy one day,
which is unusual in itself, and who should be coming the other way but
Paul Schaefer.
Just as we're getting up to him, and I
smile at him and he smiles back, you know,
"Yeah, I know you know who I am but we're both too cool to say
anything," a car full
of girls drives by and they scream out the window "Woooooo Paul
Schaefer!!!"
Anyway, so just as we come up even with him, I ask him, "What is that
*like*?"
He says, "What, people knowing who you are on the street?" I say,
"Yeah."
He says, "It's kind of blowing my mind
that you're doing it to me yourself."
(The meta levels were just too much for him.) I just smile and nod, and
he says,
"What, you mean you really want to know?" I say, "Yeah, that's why I
asked."
He kind of blinks and says, "Well, it's
just part of it. If you don't want to be famous,
you kind of don't get famous." I thank him, he says, "Well, I gotta
go," and we part ways,
never to meet again.
That's my brush with fame. That, and I was Douglas Hofstadter's
research assistant
for a while, but if you're not a computer geek that doesn't count.
Michael R
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