Jewish World Review
Dec. 9, 2011
/ 13 Kislev, 5772
Hey, isn't that . . .
The husband has a knack for spotting famous people. I have a
knack for thinking I spot famous people and being unwilling to admit
that I am wrong.
When we took a trip to Montana, the husband spotted Phil Jackson,
coach of the Los Angeles Lakers, walking through the Kalispell airport.
He was pretty excited and thought I'd be excited, too, but even
when he pointed out the coach I didn't recognize him.
However, I did recognize Jim Nabors on that same trip. The husband
said I didn't see Jim Nabors, I just thought I did because the locals
said Jim Nabors had a vacation home in the area. I still say it
was Jim Nabors walking his dog down the street.
My problem is that when I really do see famous people I often
don't know who they are. Once I was on flight with a team from the
WNBA. I asked my seatmates, who had their names on their jackets,
what team they were with and I thought they said the Detroit Shot.
I opened my book and kept my head down.
I relayed the players' names to the husband, who immediately
recognized them and informed me they are the Detroit Shock, not
That confusion aside, I am pretty sure that I saw Queen Latifah
at our Wal-Mart recently but the husband says celebrities don't
shop Wal-Mart. I say it's entirely possible they do because even
celebrities need toilet tissue and paper towels.
And then I saw Hillary Clinton at Macy's.
"You couldn't have seen Hillary at Macy's," the husband said.
"She's in the Mideast brokering peace."
"Well, not on Wednesday she wasn't. She was trying on black leather
I also spotted Lady Gaga coming out of the local high school.
Her hair was in a big purple Mohawk, and she had on a red leather
body suit with chains wrapped around her neck and was headed into
Steak 'n Shake.
I also know beyond a shadow of a doubt that I saw Dolly Parton
at a Cracker Barrel last spring. Such a sweet thing. She was manning
the hostess stand and gave us a real nice table near the fireplace.
The husband likes to remind me that he has a much longer, and
far more legitimate, track record of spotting famous people. When
he was in college he ran into Muhammad Ali.
That's nice, but I can up the ante. I wouldn't want this to go
too far because it could cause real chaos at Jiffy Lube, but Trace
Adkins helped change the oil on my car. He even put the little plastic
sticker on the windshield to remind me when to come in again.
Last week I was as shocked as anybody to see Brad Pitt at our
When I informed the husband he said, "Sure you saw Brad Pitt
at the grocery. On a tabloid cover, right?"
"No, he wasn't on a tabloid cover, Mr.-I'm-the-Only-One-Who-Sees-Famous-People.
He was carrying groceries out to the car for Betty White."
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