Wait, what? Who's . . . Eleanor Roosevelt's dead. She had to have died ages ago. Who? Oh my goodness, pardon me, Mister Ebert!

I went to a meet-up yesterday, which one doesn't matter, picture the usual suspects. After we'd chatted for about an hour and gotten fed, we each introduced ourselves. For any of you who aren't living on Planet Earth, I'm a playwright and producer who mounted God Bless You, Mister Scrooge! in New York last fall. This surprised most people, "Did you do anything to publicize it?" one woman asked. Ouch! But then this other guy, when it was his turn, said, "I've been talking to Janet here for an hour and didn't realize who she was, I really regret not being able to see your play, but I plugged it on my website." So in my own little way, I experienced celebrity!

A rock has been thrown into the pond and nothing is exactly the same.