CHAPTER 9FROM STEADY, TOSURFER, TO STAR
HEY, AREN’T YOU . . .? WHY, YES, I AM!
IREMEMBER standing in the lobby of a Cincinnati hotel when a man waiting for an elevator said, “Aren’t you Alan Weiss? I heard you speak at my company’s conference last year.” That was kind of nice. It was even nicer when I was sitting in a boat with a dozen people on Grand Cayman, waiting to go to feed stingrays off the coast, when a man said, “Hey, you’re Alan Weiss, right?” (My son moaned, “Here we go again.”)
Getting off a plane together in Sydney, I warned Dolly Parton, who was sitting next to me, that there would be a huge crowd of reporters waiting for me when we disembarked. (There was, but obviously not for me.)
You can achieve the kind of semicelebrity that ...