On Sunday afternoon I was walking with the wife and kids through a food festival in Scarsdale, N.Y.
A guy came up to me and said, “You’re the writer, right?”
“Well, I’m a writer,” I said.
“Whoa,” he said. “I see you on Jim Rome all the time. I’m a huge fan of your work. I really like and admire what you do.”
“Wow,” I said. “Thanks. I’m flattered.”
“Absolutely,” he said. “It was great meeting you.”
“You, too,” I replied.
Then, as I turned to walk away …
“Hey,” he said, “what’s your name again?”
