BJs All Around
January 11, 2008I had lunch today with a friend of mine. I never go to lunch, but needed to catch up as we hadn’t chatted for a while and our schedules have been discordant. So, there we are, in a cheap sandwich and salad place near the California capitol building, and I look all the way across the room (my distance vision is like Superman’s—down to seeing through clothes on beautiful women—despite my advanced years).
Me: Isn’t that BJ Hunnicutt from M*A*S*H*?
Her: I can’t see him.
Me: Come over here, don’t turn around. He’s pretty politically active.
There is this guy behind my lunch companion who is nodding as I speak. She moved over, but it looked pretty weird, the two of us sitting close together on one side of the seat, but, hey, she needed to see him
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Me: Yup, that’s him, look, we’re getting full frontal now, but not in that way. He’s married to Shelly Fabares, the woman on Coach. (How the hell do I remember these things when I can’t remember where I put my keys?)
Her: It is him.
Me: How cool is that?
She moved back–well, because it was just too weird–that wasn’t obvious celebrity stalking, huh? He ended up sitting down about three feet from us, but I couldn’t bring myself to look at him. No one bothered him. I realized why.
No one REMEMBERS him. I got back to the office all atwitter (well, for me) and they are all like, “Who? M*A*S*H*?” Despite the endless reruns, I realized that it ENDED before many of them were born.
Then, feeling all old and stuff, I was driving home and yet another old BJ popped up—this one on the radio–BJ Thomas–this one had me singing along.
Sorry, fellas, these are the only BJs you are going to find here. This goes out to Magical Samantha…
