An Autograph for Katherine

I race up to my room, grab a pen and a napkin, and come back down.

I was staying at the Peabody Hotel in Memphis in early March. Coming back from dinner, I saw a crowd of people standing around the side exit. I asked what was going on, and someone replied, "Samuel Jackson is doing a movie."

I race up to my room, grab a pen and a napkin, and come back down. I sneak under the security ropes (much to the chagrin of the security men) and ask for an autograph for "Katherine." He said I was very particular, and I answered by saying that it was for a friend whose birthday was around the corner. I stayed and chatted with him for about five minutes, and then was shooed away by security.

Walking up the stairs to my room, I reflected on that encounter. He was so nice about it. That was a one-in-a-million experience.

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