I used to stay at the Empire Hotel, across from Lincoln Center, regularly. One day, I noticed someone with a familiar face managing the free breakfast service on the mezzanine. I asked, and confirmed that the person running in and out was an old friend from Annapolis, whose mother ran a sandwich shop near St. John's. He was an aspiring "chanteuse", and this was his day job. I went to my only gay disco with him and a couple of his friends after his sister's wedding. I finally flagged him down, and caught up. He was disconcerted to meet my wife and child. I guess he had hoped.....well, you know.
Also, as it happens, I have a friend, Phyllis Jacob, who was one of the judges ruling in the custody/visitation battle between Woody Allen and Mia Farrow. I have another friend, John Van Doren, whose brother, Charles, was the central character in the game show scandals of the 50's. As it happens, Robert Goodwin, who was the Senate committee counsel who "outed" Van Doren, is married to Doris Kearns Goodwin, whom my wife met last week, as she was hosting her as a keynote speaker at a convention. So I am at less than six degrees of separation from my own wife:). These are some of the odd ways that one's connections may ramify....... |
