Subject: My Brush with Greatness
Hey, Bart.
Some time in the 90's, I was in a terminal at Sea-Tac airport (Seattle)
sitting in the waiting area
prior to being called to board my flight. I forget where I was
flying to, probably Portland or Los Angeles.
The waiting area straddled several gates, so there were many people
there were waiting for several flights.
Anyway, I was reading a magazine and looked up just in time to see an
elderly gentleman reveal his face
as he shuffled the pages of the newspaper he was reading. I
thought he looked familiar, but that only
lasted a moment as he was probably the most frequently seen person in
the country at the time.
It
was Walter Cronkite!
I thought about going over and saying something, or even just catching
his eye to nod my recognition.
But I decided against it because he was just by himself, patiently
waiting for his plane in the early morning,
probably enjoying his solitude. I did notice a few other people
showing signs of recognition, but they also
afforded him his solace. When I was called for my flight, he
remained, reading his newspaper.
Well, that's it. At least it's a step up from "I met a guy who
once saw a friend of Garth Brooks' mailman."
Your fan (mostly,)
S
My fan (mostly?)
Let me guess - if I wasn't so into
torture, right?
Just because I have Dick and Der Monkey Fuhrer over on weekends
to watch torture porn doesn't mean I'm "just like them."
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