It was in Bel Air, Maryland a year or so ago. My family and I were in a pizza joint following my grandson’s T-ball game. I was – as usual, facing the front of the establishment and generally unaware of the patrons behind me.
Suddenly my son said, in a hushed yet firm voice, “It’s Linda Carter!”
Sure enough, a man and a woman walked past our table and there – THERE – was Wonder Woman!
I audibly gasped. She was in the area for an LPGA event. We were in THE SAME LOCATION SIMULTANEOUSLY!
Yes, I’ve had a “crush” on Linda Carter for a LONG time and now, we were breathing the same air.
Clearly, this constitutes SOMEthing inappropriate for, you see, I was (and am still) married to someone other than Linda Carter – though my wife truly is Wonder Woman.
I felt the need to confess this impropriety because, well, I’m hoping to get more hits to my blog and maybe, just maybe, I’ll get a reputation as a “bad boy,” get a CNN interview and, dream beyond dreams, see my name on a Fox News scroll …