I announced this sentence over the office intercom tonight: "David, Norman Lear is at the front door for you."
In case you weren't sure, that was me, your lowly little Suburban Sweetheart, announcing to my famousish figurehead of a boss that Norman Lear, the famous TV writer/producer who brought us gems like The Jeffersons & Diff'rent Strokes, was at the front door of my office building... to light Chanukah candles with us.
Norman Lear, in his fisherman's hat & his LL Bean sweater, pitched to us his new campaign for People for the American Way, asking for our "visceral reactions" to it & really listening to our answers. And then? Then we sang "Dreidel, Dreidel, Dreidel" with the famous Mr. Lear & listened to the ringtone on his cell phone - a Yiddish advertising jingle from the 1930s. This is such a phenomenally unreal paragraph that I'm inclined not even to believe myself; alas, dear readers, it is 100% true.
So leave it to my boss - one of the most well-known, well-respected men in the American Jewish community - to NOT know how to take a picture with flash.