We were walking Rosco this afternoon when someone called out my name from behind and ran up to me. It was David Turrentine, the guy who does my taxes. Someone gave him Biking Illinois for his birthday, and he wanted me to sign it. It's the first time someone has approached me on the street for an autograph.
Okay, so it wasn't a horde of screaming teenage girls chasing me à la Beatlemania, but it was pretty cool anyway.