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Some time in winter 1991 - John Broderick, Sue Sidoti, and I headed out to lunch. We all worked at Xerox, not together, but in the same building.
We paced around deciding who should drive. We figured that John drove the last time, I drove the time before him, therefore, it was Sue's turn. We all grabbed our coats and gloves, headed out to Sue's car, sat there, and tried to figure out where we should head for lunch.
Instinctive as Sue was, instead of listening to us rattle off suggestions, she put the car in "drive" and headed toward Main Street, where most of the restaurants were anyway. We paced up and down Main Street about twice before we all decided upon Golden Boys Family Restaurant - the king of short orders for fine family dining in the village of Webster, NY. They served anything from grilled cheese sandwiches to semi-fancy steaks previously thawed over an open oily grill.
Sue parked the car behind the restaurant and we headed toward the entrance. Further behind us were a couple of other people also headed inside for some fine dining. I didn't turn to look, but John and Sue did. They seemed a little nervous, but we were at the entrance already.
Upon entering, we waited to get seated. John and Sue still seemed nervous. I was just hungry. The hostess came over and promptly seated us. As we were removing our coats and gloves, I finally turned around to see what the big nervous attraction was.
There were just two men in Carhartt jackets, one of which were staring at us, not viciously, but curiously. He seemed very familiar, probably saw him before roaming the halls of Xerox, or other circles. He held his stare a little too long, so like a reflex, I raised my hand and waved a friendly hello. He nodded his head back to me and finally looked away.
You know him? John and Sue anxiously asked.
Not knowing if this was a good or bad thing, I just answered, Well, yeah, sorta…
Pregnant pause. That's Lou Graham! They stated. The singer for Foreigner! Juke Box Hero? You know him? How do you know him?
Well, you know... Feeling a little flushed, look at who you're talking to... <giggle> -- My stab at 15 minutes of fame.
That was fun.
Side Note:
I have been receiving a few emails meant for Elizabeth. Instead of rerouting them to her, I have decided to give her an email address. All comments, fan mails, etc.., meant for Elizabeth should be sent to liz@outrageousthoughts.com
