My Brush with Greatness
Not really great, but
at least well known. About three years ago, I attended a vendor-paid
dinner
at a very expensive restaurant in downtown Dallas. After the meal, we
were all standing out front
waiting for our cars (valet only, doncha know).
As I looked around, there, standing
about four feet away, was Pickles Bush.
Two things struck me – one, she’s not a
bad-looking old broad up close;
no wrinkles and looks younger than her years. And two, for the two
minutes
that we all stood around, her facial expression never changed; kind of
a frozen smile.
Ken
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