Tonight the TV station is geared up for coverage. Newsies are busily scurrying around. I volunteered to get coffee.
I hopped in my car and headed to a local coffee place. As I stepped out two Yale policemen were talking to a ‘man of the street.’ It looked like official business. No smiles.
I wouldn’t write about this at all except as I turned and scoped the situation the man stopped in mid-interrogation looked at me and yelled, “Hi Geoff.”
This is not how I want to be recognized.