Living in Los Angeles makes it inevitable that at some point, somewhere, you will recognize someone famous while doing one of the mundane tasks of life.
My sighting is a simple one. Pushing a cart out of Trader Joe's at LaBrea and Third I almost ran smack into Danny Bonaduce as he got off his Harley motorcycle. He stared at me, smiled and nodded his head in recognition. Not sure why, it's not like I was winding up to say something to him... But I s'pose that's good manners on his part and I gave him a nod back. Seemed a pleasant enough fellow as he walked by - though I do wonder what he was going into Trader Joe's for.
I know - this would be much better if I'd taken a photo of his motorcycle...
[I must admit, while living in the San Fernando Valley I saw more famous people I recognized than I do now, living in Los Angeles proper...]
My sighting is a simple one. Pushing a cart out of Trader Joe's at LaBrea and Third I almost ran smack into Danny Bonaduce as he got off his Harley motorcycle. He stared at me, smiled and nodded his head in recognition. Not sure why, it's not like I was winding up to say something to him... But I s'pose that's good manners on his part and I gave him a nod back. Seemed a pleasant enough fellow as he walked by - though I do wonder what he was going into Trader Joe's for.
I know - this would be much better if I'd taken a photo of his motorcycle...
[Sorry for the lame title, but it amuses me. I'm sure some of you will get the cultural reference.]
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