Today’s episode of people I never forgot who have no idea I was ever alive.
One day Bruce Springsteen and I flew commercial from Newark to Chicago. I was aware of this; Bruce was not. I was behind him getting off the plane so I kept up with his group to see what it was like to be Bruce Springsteen walking through an airport. Matching his pace wasn’t easy. He moved fast.
I only recall one person who noticed Bruce although I suppose there were more. A guy, youngish businessman, at a newsstand told his friend facing the other way: Hey! That’s Bruce Springsteen. His friend never turning around replied (with condescension): I doubt it.
Lesson learned: if a friend tells you something good is behind you, what harm can it do to turn around?
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