And someone thought to snap his pictures. I know some of you have celebrity-sighting stories to share, and here’s mine: I was an overachieving youth and once got sent to an overachieving youth conference, in which I and others went to the Rose Garden to shake hands with the President (Gerald R. Ford, and yes! I’m that old) and the First Lady Betty (I shook her hand twice; once on her way to the podium and once on the way back) and then we went to some kind of dinner and there was Art Linkletter!
No! Really! And I posed with him but the kid taking the picture was so nervous he cut me out of the photo and all you can see is my right breast (not to worry, it’s covered) and part of my chin (I have a long one) and there stands Ark Linkletter — Mr. Kid Say the Darndest Things — grinning to beat the band.
So for all you know, without photographic evidence, I’m making this whole thing up. I promise if you go ahead and believe me, I’ll go ahead and believe you.
And thanks, Gawker, for the photo.