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When I caught wind that my husband's and my favorite live band--three-time Grammy Award-winning "Ozomatli":http://www.ozomatli.com/site.php--was coming near our expat home of Buenos Aires, Argentina, we were beyond excited. We rushed to buy tickets and eagerly waited for the day of the concert to come.

When the golden moment finally arrived, we settled into our randomly chosen hotel, the smiles glued to our faces. Wanting to shake a bit of …

This was the last chance. The "Mana":http://www.mana.com.mx/ tour was ending today. Tonight.

The Grog Shop. Small, dark, loud. The body heat from countless people pressing against me. Their egos seemed to be on another plane than mine. Long legs bound to stretch further. All standing still as I couldn't help myself. The music made me move.

Oily strands bobbing up and down. My own wind in my hair. …

My dad just told me this story while I visited with him on Thanksgiving: In 1966, when I was three years old, we lived in Aspen, Colorado. My parents took me to see an ice-skating demonstration, starring Peggy Fleming. We got there early, so we were right up front.

At some point, she stopped by my parents to talk and said, "What a cute little girl!" She asked if …

I was staying at a hotel in Miami while attending a conference. As I left my room, a man stepped off the elevator. He was smoking a cigarette, so I smiled at him. (My family were tobacco growers for many years.)

After putting out his cigarette, he returned my smile and said, "Have a great day, sweetheart." I thought perhaps I had met him earlier at the conference, since …

While attending college at USC, I worked at the Starbucks in West Hollywood described as the gayest that Santa Monica Blvd. has to offer.

I had been watching Janeane Garafolo order lattes for about a month before I had a chance to talk to her. Then one evening, I dressed in drag to attend an open-mic amateur night at a club on Robertson. Looking up from my cocktail as …

Hi. My name is Kathy. And I am an Ardent Admirer of "Matthew Macfadyen.":http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0532193/

My AA admission may be different in substance from the more well-known AA introduction, but it describes a connection just as addicting. I bought the _Pride and Prejudice_ DVD in the spring of 2006. It wasn't until my fourth viewing, two months later, that I realized I was hooked.

I watched the movie over …

The room was jam-packed. Whispers of anticipation rose high in the air. Visions and life waited to enter across the silver screen of the director's cut. I stood to the side, trying to catch a glimpse of its light, and then I saw him.

"Dean Winters":http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0935921/ was once like everyone else. He had taken an ordinary job and lived a regular life--but then opportunity found him. And he took …

During the filming of _Terminator 2: Judgment Day_ on location in Fremont, California, I held a part-time job as a holiday display trimmer at Macy's. I was unpacking crystalware and building a gift-display rack. Boxes were everywhere on the floor, as it was early in the morning and we were still not expecting too many customers.

Earlier that morning, mall security had informed us that Arnold Schwarzenegger would be …

There I was at the mall bookstore, browsing, when standing right next to me was Dustin Hoffman!

I could not believe it. What should I do? He was engrossed in a book, so I decided not to disturb him. However, as he moved about the store, I must admit I stalked him.

Feeling guilty, I left him alone and walked away. I will always regret that I never …

I did PR for the movie _Steel Magnolias._

At the Ziegfeld Theatre premiere, the actresses had their names on paper taped to their individual seats. The director called the actresses to the front of the theater stage. Dolly Parton stood, and the 8 1/2 x 11 piece of paper with her name on it was stuck to her huge hair.

What to do? Rip it off and risk …

I attended a small private elementary school in Miami Beach. The year was 1983, and Billie Jean had been somebody's lover. The school looked like a church and smelled like a church, but it was a school. Nobody would have suspected it was a school--it was _that_ private. Perhaps this is why the Bee Gees sent six of their kids there? Celebrities love privacy.

My classmates often arrived in …

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 …
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