Had to go to the damn washeteria to do my laundry again last night. (Hopefully by next weekend the washers and dryers in my building will be repaired for good!) Anyway, the journey took me up the street where I used to live and I saw my former neighbor, John Mahoney, aka Frasier's dad. He was helping an elderly friend out of a car and into his wheel chair.
They both just said "hi," and I said "hi," back, more worried about the more senior citizen feeling on display with his disabilities than I was of embarrassing Mr. Mahoney.
The last time I saw him was maybe 7 or 10 Christmases ago, when I was behind him in line at Coconuts as he wrapped up his holiday shopping.
I like that he hasn't gone Hollywood, and still lives in his same apartment.
These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
i loved that show...omg i hate the laundry mat...!!! you poor thing!
ReplyDeleteHow weird is it that I watched the movie Say Anything today and he was the dad in it. Weird that we both had sightings!
ReplyDeleteI think I would be a bit star struck if I happened to see someone famous while I was in town. But then again, Southern New Jersey isn't known for celebs outside of Atlantic City.
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