I had a brie brush with fame today. I sat in a barber's chair at an undisclosed location in Raleigh having my hair cut. Barber shops are full of mirrors, so you can keep an eye on what your barber is doing to you. Ever since Quixote, its been an unwritten law (my favorite kind). I then spied, two seats to my right, a familiar face: Mike Easley, Governor of N.C., having his hair cut.
I resisted the urge to call him a pagan before leaving, and was glad I hadn't when I noticed the two Big Guys in an SUV watching everyhting going in and out of the barber shop.
So, anyway, a brush with fame.