Beth and I caught up as we meandered among the paintings and sculptures on display. She was telling me about leaving the multinational corporation where she’d worked for nearly a decade since we graduated. She wanted to start something entrepreneurial.
“Oh my God!” she interrupted herself, her eyes suddenly wide open, fixed on some people about 20 yards away. “Do you know who that is?” she asked.
“Who?” I asked, not clear whom she meant. I didn’t recognize anyone.
Pointing, she said, “That woman is the person I want to meet more than anyone else in the world,” now more like a teenager seeing a crush, not knowing what to do.
To see someone impressive there wasn’t surprising. We were at the VIP preopening of the Armory ...