I just happened to be sitting outside of a cafe writing my friend Mary a letter when a bunch of college kids asked me to take their pictures. I fuddled with the buttons and the iphones and I gave 'em a little goodnatured guff. The one in the red baseball cap laughed the most at my goofy jokes and seemed pretty used to the fuss. I thought they were all friends from camp or something but the one in the hat was the rock star playing a show downtown tonight. The guy was David Cook, Mr. American Idol, the guy my friend would have wanted to meet if she'd come along to the coffee shop with me. I know that because the barista told me but the kids with their phones scattered pretty quick.

I used my standard papparazzi and model release and "I'll send you guys and invoice for these photos" jokes, even. I think they thought I knew who I was photographing but he looked just like the rest of the scruffy college kids with their dirty jeans and unkempt hair.

Kerry coulda had the time of her life had she just met me at Javas, but I ought not rub that in. She's a little sore at me. And those kids'll be pissed when they see how blurry their photos are.

so then, back to writing...
Rachael