Just let me eat
Some two decades ago, I was eating lunch with a client in the Top of the World restaurant at the top of the World Trade Center. Two tables away, I spotted a man who looked just like Andy Rooney. The signature wild eyebrows caught my eye..
Leaning across the table I whispered to my client, a New York native, “That looks like Andy Rooney.”.
“If you see someone in New York who looks just like someone, it probably is,” he responded. .
Though I traveled to New York regularly, I could not get used to the idea that you might see someone like Andy Rooney eating two tables over. Even though my career was public relations and I should have been watching anyway, Andy Rooney was the reason I turned to 60 Minutes. His commentaries were witty and edgy and exactly right..
I thought briefly about approaching him that day in New York – not to ask for an autograph, which now I know he never signed – but just to find out if he was who I thought he was. Now I’m especially glad I didn’t. In tribute to a man whose words I enjoyed so much, I’m glad I got that right..
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