Seen yesterday on 57th Street: Matthew Broderick! He was on his cellphone when he passed me, which is how I could be sure it was the real deal, and not just some guy who looks like MB, behind those sunglasses -- I could hear his singularly dweeby voice.
I actually had a Broderick sighting once before, when I was on a high school drama club trip to NYC. My friend Nathan and I spotted him in a deli in the theatre district, and I'm afraid we stared rather obviously. We walked by his table on the way out, and -- I swear -- we waved. Like he was an old friend or something. We felt it would almost be rude not to. I still cringe when I think of it, but MB has probably gotten over it by now. And, in a twist of fate, I was the one getting stares on the street yesterday, because of my ashes. A woman in the office where I am working this week asked another person, "Is today some holiday where people get the thing on their foreheads?" Next year I think I'll carry around some informational literature.