I just remembered that I met Frank Zappa at a party many moons ago, and my best friend's older sister was buds with Cass Elliot. I'd forgotten all about that (well, it was the 60's)!

Talk about esoteric brushes with fame and glory, the guy who runs the boot/shoe shop in Colonial Williamsburg was my shoemaking teacher. That and $1.35 will get me a ride on the bus across town, but it was important at the time.

Okay, I admit it - I'm jealous and grasping at straws here . . .