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  • I was at a writer's workshop in Manhattan with my friends. The writing instructor took us all on a writer journey by referencing the framework of the story "The Wizard of Oz." You know the drill: Inciting Incident (Toto bites Miss Gulch). Plot Twist One (A Twister). Plot Development (The Yellow Brick Road).

    That was Saturday. Sunday was all about us. We did some sight-seeing, including touring the Guggenheim Museum. I followed one of my friends into the gift shop on the top floor - just to browse - no money in these pockets for expensive trinkets. I was waiting for Isobel to look at the things she might buy when I noticed a man checking me out. I was a little perturbed because he had a young girl seated on his shoulders.

    Then I recognized him. It was Kevin Kline. Then Kevin Kline recognized me recognizing him. He looked away. I tried to appear nonchalant as I fast walked over to my friend Isobel and whispered that I had just seen Kevin Kline. Isobel was non pulsed. I remained cool and found my friend Duncan. He and I watched Kevin Kline exit the gift shop and start towards the displays.

    We followed at a respectable distance. In no time, we were all at the same display. "That's a bust of Ezra Pound," Duncan said to Kevin Kline. To which Kevin Kline responded,"Yes." What else could he say, after all?

    I was looking over the railing. If you've been in the Guggenheim you'd know that the museum is completely open from floor to ceiling at the center. Kevin Kline's daughter came over and looked down with me. "Does that scare you?" I asked the little girl, who might have been five. Her dad answered for her. "No, but it kinda scares me." "Me too," I said and we laughed. Then he sort of waved and walked on holding his daughter's hand.

    "Sure, get to him through the kid," Duncan said. So I gave my friend Duncan a big hug.

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