Ed Lynskey's Blog: Cracked Rearview Mirror - Posts Tagged "paparazzi"

I swear I'd starve if I ever tried to make it working as a paparazzi. It's only possible to count on one hand the number of celebrities, or even famous people, I've caught a glimpse of while out in public.

Maybe I don't frequent the right hot spots to see them. Or maybe they hide in plain view or else don a disguise, and I don't recognize them. Whatever. Back before cell phones became as commonplace as navels, I saw Jesse Jackson chatting on an airport pay phone. He looked tired and harried.

There was the once when I saw Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young arrive before doing a stage show if that counts. Long ago, I met James Dickey (of Deliverance fame) at the Library of Congress. That was pretty cool.

Other times weren't as cool. Nixon waved from a dark limo during his second inaugural parade. He also looked tired despite the double victory signs and smiles, no teeth, he flashed in passing. As a kid, I actually felt sorry for him.

Ed Lynskey
@edlynskey

Author of Lake Charles and Quiet Anchorage