Almost a Brush

Dude on a motorcycle stopped across from me, and as I started forward he gunned his engine, and whipped out left in front of me.

Everyone has their moment with someone famous—well, almost everyone. True to type, I remain the paradigm for "Murphy's Law":http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Murphy%27s_law, a legacy I lay at the feet of my grandmother, Maggie O'Guin.

While I was living and working many years ago in Bloomington, Indiana, my coworkers had various brushes. One, for instance, was having ice cream at a local shop, where he was able to meet and talk with John Cougar (now using his original name, John Mellencamp) and even get Cougar to sign an album for him. Lucky.

I, on the other hand, had a close brush with the same singer. Driving home from the post office, I stopped at one of the many three-way stop signs—there are a lot of one-way streets in B-town. Dude on a motorcycle stopped across from me, and as I started forward he gunned his engine, and whipped out left in front of me.

It took a moment, after hard braking, to realize that that was probably as close as I'd ever get to meeting John Cougar.

Murphy strikes again.

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