By popular request, meaning Amanda, I've been asked to post the story of my late night rondevu with one tall, dark, ex-democratic presidential nominee. He's taller than you'd think from tv, a full foot taller than the notoriously sky scraping Clinton. I don't know why I was surprised about the whole business since we've lived within spitting distance for years and it's kind of amazing it hasn't happened sooner. We collided at the sliding glass doors of the whole foods entrance. He elbowed me aside with his long, hooky arm and then before I'd connected his recognizable face with the full famousness of who he was, my internal monologue began, "oh that John Kerry, elbowing me aside to make it to his overpriced foods first......". A beat passed, "Oh, that's the actual John Kerry". I guess I'm sometimes amazed to see the famouses in the flesh; that they have flesh and don't exist purely as television phantoms, haunting us in ad campaigns and political stump speeches over the years. I know they are flawed with afflictions such as verbal diarrhea in the case of Kerry, but it's strange to see them in their suits after work with the rest of us, elbowing past to get to the deli first. Guess it's nice to know he gets cranky and hungry like the rest of us.
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