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Regarding the grandparents of "Caylee Anthony.":http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Caylee_Anthony_homicide

I once had a dream about Cindy Anthony that I couldn't shake, so I emailed her and told her so. We became friends through that, and I love her like a sister now. Watching the protesters in front of the Anthonys' home makes me sick. What those grandparents don't need and never did, is obnoxious publicity.

Protesters camp outside the home day …

In 1993, I was a congressional page for then-Speaker of the House Tom Foley.

Following one visit to the Capitol, then-President Bill Clinton stopped by the Speaker's office for a visit. Those of us staffers lucky enough were allowed to line up to greet him.

Of course, the call of nature came right before he arrived, and he used the water closet.

So he comes out of …

As a college student in 1973, I was working as an usher at a theater in Madison, Wisconsin, the night the world-famous French mime Marcel Marceau performed. He was spellbinding in his skits as various characters.

Early the next morning, I was picking my way along the narrow, unshoveled Langdon Street sidewalk following others' footprints amid snow piled a couple of feet deep. No other people or vehicles were …

I was captain of the Marvel softball team back in the late '70s. We had a book called _What if Spiderman...,_
and in every issue Spiderman teamed up with others and had adventures. We did an issue titled _What if Spiderman Teamed Up with the Not Ready for Prime-Time Players._

Well, I was at the elevator at 575 Madison Avenue in Manhattan, ready to take the team over to …

The day before Thanksgiving 2008, I got together with a good friend for drinks. I picked her up after work, and as we were walking through midtown we spotted a man obviously out of sync with the surroundings being pulled back from a bus careening down Madison Avenue.

He was oblivious. And he looked vaguely familiar.

My friend said to me, "Isn't that one of the Baldwin guys?" …

The year was 1956, and I was working as a cameraman at the Thomasville, GA, studios of WCTV.

I had been interested in radio as a kid and would hang out at the company-owned radio station just around the block. Jay was the drive-time DJ, and I would pester the daylights out him to let me read the news on the air. He thought it the funniest thing he …

In the winter of 1964, my family drove from Brewster, WA, to Sun Valley, ID, for Christmas.

Sun Valley was not our usual society; we lived on a farm five miles outside a town of 900, and my folks had made the reservation at the Challenger Inn five years earlier. We'd been saving money for the trip. When we arrived, on Christmas Eve, the hotel desk said they'd canceled …

My wife and I would sometimes end our occasional day trips by staying at a hotel overnight. Most had a lounge that offered relatively inexpensive late meals and free entertainment--normally a little-known or local group who were often very good. One night, over 25 years ago, we again chose a Sheraton.

Entering the lounge, we had to squeeze past the obligatory "super-cool" businessman standing in the doorway, trying to …

In light of the passing of John Hughes, the Anthony Michael Hall oeuvre has been at the fore. It reminded me of--what was it, 1991? 1992? It was definitely before I ever had a real job.

I was a bartender at Terra Blues, a club on Bleecker St. in New York. Mr. Hall--Mike, as he was introduced--had come in. This wasn't geeky, cute Anthony Michael Hall, screaming "Jake!" underneath …

I'd never seen a grown man in a bathrobe. I'd never seen a grown man eat ice cream like a child, lifting each spoonful up to the light and admiring it before he put it in his mouth. I'd also never seen a celebrity in real life, and didn't entirely understand the concept.

My brother and I were standing outside a TCBY ice cream shop in a little strip …

My best buddy, who is also single, has a single sister, and she says that Mitch's magic tricks are...well..very corny. Not so.

During the Super Bowl host parties, I accosted a woman at a hotel party who was wearing a _Stuff_ magazine placard, and asked: "My buddy just got two small dogs. He wants to name them after a '70s or '80s duo band. Do you have any suggestions?"Read more »

What better way to spend my summer vacation than to dress up as a ranger from one of my favorite computer games and go to "Comic-Con":http://www.ew.com/ew/package/0,,20213067,00.html for five days straight in San Diego?

There is nothing better, of course! My party and I donned our armor, weapons, and the crazy personas that we dust off every July and brought a little of the Forgotten Realms to the Con.
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True story. My best friend from Buffalo, NY, was hanging out with Rick James and the Stone City Band back in the '80s. "Super Freak" was at the top of the charts.

I lived in New York City and was going to art school, so needless to say I was broke. My friend calls and invites me to meet her at 30 Rock to watch Rick James sing on …

I was lucky enough to attend one of the Super Bowls in California in the '90s. Now, I feel lucky for two reasons. One, Michael Jackson was the halftime show; two, John Travolta was in attendance.

During the halftime show, and a friend and I snuck down to the front row to watch Michael. One hell of a show! Eventually, security caught up with us, and we were asked …

I was 10. A family trip to always expensive New York City started with a night in a cheap hotel in Jersey. After my older brother and I overslept, our father pulled us out of bed and marched us through the door. He was of the up and at 'em attitude. We couldn't possibly see enough of the Big Apple if we slept past seven o' clock.

I rubbed …

On an October Tuesday, I was in the Atlanta airport on a layover. I needed a snack, so I wandered down the concourse to find something. I saw a nut store.

I moseyed over to the shop, where a tallish, 50ish man and four twenty-something boys stood in the line in front of me. The man looks like a washed-up wanna-be rock star--he's got frizzy black hair, white snakeskin …

A few years ago, I worked in the pro shop of a gym on Chicago's Gold Coast. One day, a rumor was going around that Michael Jordan was coming in to work out. This was exciting to me because, by coincidence, I had brought several of my basketball cards to work with me that day to show one of my coworkers.

Maybe I could get him to sign the …

A lot of people have heard "Allen Ginsberg":http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Allen_Ginsberg read his poetry--and many, like myself, have his recordings on their iPods. But how many people can say that they peeked through the banister as a child and saw him holding court in their own living room?

I turn 50 this month and feel blessed that when I was a young child (maybe six years old?) Ginsberg joined my parents at …

Going out to Sunday-morning breakfast was always one of my family's favorite activities to do together. We would wake up an hour early, get ready, and go out to enjoy pancakes or eggs or whatever else we wanted. None of those times, however, compared with the experience we had one seemingly normal Sunday at IHOP.

When we got to the restaurant, we immediately noticed that everyone was a little …

The filming for Johnny Depp's latest movie was done in my hometown, and on my way to my friend's house I caught a glimpse of him through the heavy jackets of dedicated viewers.

The plan for the day was to mess around with our new "airsoft guns":http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Airsoft in the backyard, and my friends had already begun by the time I got there. A neighbor overheard me complain about the …
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