So, I was telling Jimmy I would never post this -- but look what I am doing.
No one will believe this and I don't blame you -- it's just too damn weird. Imagine this. I was standing in the line for first class passengers (thank God for frequent flyer points -- especially these days of gruesome, long lines) at LAX Thursday morning, October 12, ready to leave for Toronto. It was about 9AM. When I first walked in the door, which is just in front of the first class line, I thought I saw David Crosby at the ticket counter. Well, it was him. I was about the fifteenth person in line. He had a large group with him, including someone who seemed to be a guard, or manager, or something. The latter was making apologies for how long they were at the counter for those of us waiting in line. We were moving, thanks to United's opening of another station. I kept getting closer and closer -- more and more excited to be that close to someone I admired. Here's the killer. I had his autobiography (in hardcover) in my carry-on. I was waiting for Karen's book to arrive, thinking I would take it to Toronto for the whole Joni experience -- get it? Well, it didn't, so I took David's thinking it was at least SJC. I've had his book for years, but never read it. So, I calmly pulled out a pen, hoping to ask him to sign my book -- if only I got close enough. Line moving slowly. His entourage was having some problems so, to my delight, they remained at the counter as I moved closer and closer. Security is tight and there is no way I can make it through the plastic ropes to go up to him -- especially risking being thought a stalker. My dream is to get to the counter just next to him and say, "Hey David, canya sign my book?" I thought he would be as blown away as I was. Didn't happen. His arrangements were made and I was still four people behind. As God is my witness, this is the truth. Maybe our Kate can someday verify he was in the airport that same day. At least Jimmy can testify that I did have the book. I read it to him often in our *swanky* Toronto apartment. By the way, Kate - you gotta get this signed for me! No regrets, Coyote Rick Casa Alegre Hollywood, California
