Three years in New York, and I’ve never had a celebrity sighting.  On a number of occasions, I’ve been with a friend who says, “Hey, wasn’t that [famous person]?”  And I would have totally missed it.  So, it’s only appropriate that in my last couple of weeks here, I finally got my own.  Walking down Houston Street on Saturday, on my way to Brianna’s birthday dinner, I walked right past Matthew Perry.  I can leave now.

Another odd encounter: On Friday, after parking on my street, I got out of my car and a coworker of mine was walking down the street.  It was a faculty member from another department; I don’t know him well, but we’re both part of a small group of faculty that has a drink together every couple of months.  We chatted for a minute, and pointed out our respective houses, about 5 doors apart, where we have both lived for the last three years.