As I struggled to find the doctor's office the other day, I ended up waiting for the elevator with a lovely young family. I noticed they were pushing a stroller with a tiny baby inside. I casually asked if I could see the baby. The young couple said, sure. I peeked at the little girl. She was cute. Then I glanced back that the baby's father to tell him his daughter was adorable, but what slipped from my mouth was the exclamation, "You're Kurt Bestor." To which the talented composer replied, "Yes, I am." Then we shared the awkward moment of boarding the elevator together. So much for my brush with fame.
P.S. At this very moment, Michael is having a PET/CT scan. I will keep you posted on the results.