Years ago, when I was a creative writing student, one of my classmates wrote an amazing short story about a girl who has a chance encounter with Oscar Wilde when she’s 15. The girl then lives to be more than a century old and becomes hailed worldwide as “the last living link to Oscar Wilde,” telling and retelling the story of their meeting even after she’s completely lost interest.
Meeting celebrities is like that. They always sound larger than life to those who haven’t encountered them, but up close, they turn to flesh and blood pretty quickly. I know that after meeting a slew of famous people over the years, from John McCain and Donald Rumsfeld to Gillian Welch and Giada di Laurentiis. But we’re all allowed to retain some part of our wide-eyed youth, and so when an anonymous caller rang me last Wednesday to say that Dan Aykroyd was coming to the local Albertson’s, I considered my afternoon booked.