I had a quick brush with infamy while visiting NYC in the not too distant past. I saw our little Lizzie [Grubman] yelling at a bespeckled young thang in the Soho area (actually, the side-walk seating area of a restaurant…NO NAMES!…but, gosh, talk about carbo loading!). Anyway, the point is I couldn’t help but be reminded of a young Nellie Olson from Little House on the Prarie. Although, Liz, sans curls, was slightly more hideous and certainly much older(and bloated). Oh…oh, oh…. one more. I was staring into a shop on West 4th street in the village, suddenly there was a quasi-quiet commotion (alliteration….yum) behind me. In the glass’ reflection I could see Mike Tyson moving in behind me to look into the same window. We were side-by-side…. and I was taller then he was! People were milling around behind us i.e. his body gaurds, fearful autograph seekers, and those who just generally stop and stare at auto accidents. I had to bite my tongue not to insult him…. because I just knew I could get him to hit me, and I’d love to sue him. I quickly ran through my little day dream, but the end was such a let down. It turns out that most cute boys don’t like other boys who have dents in the sides of their heads. I’m sure this is unpublishable, but I had some time to kill at work… don’t we all.
– Robert B