Thursday, September 23, 2004

Mel, Where you at?

It's the little gifts of New York that remind me why I love it so.

This morning, while walking into my office building at 8:45am with my fresh strawberry/orange juice in hand, what do I spy with my little eye but the one and only Danny Glover passing to my left as he exited the building. I suppose it could have been someone else, but I don't think so. I've always had a tender place in my heart for Mr. Glover. I do believe he is a talented and sympathetic actor. Unlike most other star sightings, Mr. Glover lived up to what I expected. Tall with a somber, no nonsense kind of face. He was dressed rather casually, baseball cap, long-sleeve T, and dark running pants (although I did not get a good look because as a New Yorker I'm conditioned not to stare.) He was also trotting along a wheeled suitcase and what appeared to be some sort of man servant or assistant. Now, what I want to know is what Danny Glover was doing exiting an office building on Wall St. that primarily houses non-profits (approximately 90% of the occupants) at 8:45am on a pleasant September morning? It doesn't quite make sense to me. Perhaps he was doing some work for one of the non-profits and his busy schedule could only afford him this early morning slot? I commend you Mr. Glover if indeed this is the case.

I've had many a star sighting in NYC. There was the time I rode down my office elevator with David Bowie. I nearly peed myself. He's quite short - maybe my height, an inch or so shorter perhaps. Older in the face than air brushed photos would have you imagine, but still trim. Then there was Russell Crowe standing outside of Da Silvano. Shorter and beefier than I expected with the biggest noggin I've ever seen on a human being (he was with Steve Van Zandt.) Savion Glover was fine, Moby was very petite, Matthew Broderick was humming, Yoko and Sean Lennon were eating dinner on the patio of Da Silvano, and Soon Yi and Woody were a putting (plus, they were pushing a baby carriage and that's just something I don't want to think about.)

Please don't mistake me for some crazy star sighting fool. All of these occurance are by chance...I just happen to be a New Yorker who never got the memo about not looking at things. I'm an observer by nature (one of the reasons I'm so good at finding small things like misplaced earrings, lost contact lenses.)

Now...if someone would please direct me to the ladies shoe department.

On a different note, I highly recommend the book "The curious incident with the dog in the night." A fine read.


tony rutt said...

May I be the first person to say how pleased I am to find you in (electronic)print, you are such a talented writer with a wonderful sense of humour, it will be a pleasure to read your blog.

Secondly, two paws up for the dead dog book: I agree, a wonderful read and an interesting insight into Asperger's Syndrome. The author said that he took aspects of many of his friends and family to create the central character: makes one realize how we all have a little autism in us.

Bo said...

Tony! I'm glad you approve! And I like that you spell 'humour' with a 'u'. Indeed, reading 'A curious incident' reminded me of how close i am to the edge! ha!