I’m in Palm Desert tonight. A chance of sprinkles brought me. It was overcast as I drove in, a majestic overcast of stratocumulus.
I got off I-10 at Monterey and headed to the gas station at Costco. As I was getting in the car to leave a man approached asking about the weather.
Wow! A Geoff sighting.
Tonight while getting dinner it was a husband and wife who called me over.
Maybe it’s silly after all these years to still care, but I do. I’ve only been here four months. Recognition on TV is not instantaneous.
I told Helaine about my sightings when we spoke. She reminded me of a story from Buffalo, circa 1981. I was hosting PM Magazine on WGR (now WGRZ). Helaine. my girlfriend, was visiting.
We filled up at a gas station on Elmwood. As I went to pay, the attendant said, “Hey, aren’t you that PM Magazine guy?”
I smiled and said, “Yes.”
He looked at my rust stained 1977 “Baby Poop Yellow” Toyota Camry then at me. “What are you doing driving that piece of s**t?”
The next day I went out with Helaine and bought a new car. Being recognized isn’t always perfect.