It was Friday night and I was hanging out next to the telephones at ORD, having a beer and making some calls. It was pretty busy and I was fairly early, so I figured I would have a few sips and unwind a bit. I was headed to L.A. to do some recording and have a bit of fun and hopefully some relaxation. There was a soldier at the bar and I asked him if I could buy him his next round, but he told me he had to catch his plane. I thanked him for his service to our country. Back by the phones, I'm in the middle of a conversation when a gentleman comes over so he can continue his cell call. It makes perfect sense to conduct even cell calls next to the payphones because usually people don't use them,.. so there's no one around. Anyway, I recognize the guy. Now, I'm not in the habit of dropping names in my writings in general, unless it's the name of a restaurant,.. but I have, in my time and travels, run into some pretty famous individuals... and this was just another case. I couldn't remember his first name, so I just used Mr. (insert name here) as I handed him a CD: "I really enjoy your work. If you ever need a rock band, give me a call." "Thanks. And what's your name?" Very gracious guy. I was impressed. He took the CD and ran off to catch his flight. For the record, this guy is an established actor/comedian/film producer and has been in the business for years. I remember watching his breakout movie on HBO when I was in my teens. What does all this mean? Not a damn thing, but it was pretty cool.