I just rode the subway with Neil Young

Some-where on a crowwwwwwwwwwd-ed sub-waaaaaaay...

Ragu chats up a hirsute Ca-naaaaaa-di-an...

His long gray hair blowing in the wind.

Bet-ter than spending half the day...

Listening to cre-mora's lies...

Collidin' with the very air we breathe...

The air we breathe.

 

I was once a Trailways bus with Top Gigio anhd Idi Amin.

 

A few years back during the Toronto Film Festival, Don Johnson and a "buxomy" blond were at the table next to us.

Had a nice chat with John Lithgow at Pearson Airport one afternoon.

Worked for the publishing company who used to distribute Farrar Strauss & Giroux books in Canada had drinks one night with Scott Turow & Tom Wolfe.

 

Two of my friends have been swearing for almost a decade that they saw John Smoltz an Atlanta airport on our way to New Orleans. If I remember correctly, the Braves were out of town, so I called bullshit. But every single time we get together, which isn't often anymore, they talk about the time they saw John Smoltz.

 

Thank you, Costanza.

 

I danced with Tina Yothers at my brother's wedding.

 

George: You know Keith, what I've always wondered, with all these ball clubs flying around all season don't you think there would be a plane crash? ...
Keith: (to Jerry) Do you perform anywhere in new York right now?
Jerry: I'm performing in this club on the east Side. You should come in.
George: But if you think about it ... 26 teams, 162 games a season, you'd think eventually an entire team would get wiped out.
Keith: You know, I live on the East Side.
Jerry: I'll tell you what, I'll give you my number and uh, just give me a call, tell me whenever you want to go.
Keith: Or maybe just to get together for a cup of coffee
Jerry: Oh, that would be great.
George: Uh, it's only a matter of time.
Keith: Who's this chucker?

 

I once saw Erik Estrada carrying his own bags in the Newark airport.

Re Neil and Trans, "Transformer Man" is a beautiful song without the bleeps and bloops. Not that Neil shouldn't experiment, but the biggest problem (for me) with those 80s albums is that they came out sounding like genre exercises and buried any heartfelt emotion for the sake of said genre. But then, his 80s Crazy Horse albums were even worse. "Ain't got no mashed potatoes/ain't got no mashed potatoes/ain't got no mashed potatoes/got my T-bone." (I know he recorded that in a hurry while going through intense therapy with his son, but still.)

 

Actually, flying with an NFL running back isn't a sure thing: Rodney Culver went down in the Everglades on that Valujet flight.

My oddest celebrity sighting: Chris "Jesus" Ferguson walking between Smithsonian museums in DC.

 

I would have thought Ponch would have some lacky to carry his bags.

 

Very rich celebrity story.

My business partner at the time and I were standing in the cab line at Laguardia and my buddy goes, "Look who's at the front of the line. Ken Thomson".

Ken Thomson was the wealthiest Canadian and ninth richest person in the world but there he was with us other shmucks waiting for a cab. No driver for Lord Thomson who apparently also bought his suits off the rack.

Can you imagine Donald Trump waiting in line for a cab?

 

I saw Jamie Foxx at O'Shea's in Vegas.
Flew coach with 1980s comic Frank Travelina.