Oops
I shook hands with James Rado today and didn't even know who he was.
James Rado, the man who wrote the book and and lyrics for the musical HAIR, lives in Hoboken, where rubrix and I live. We like to go to a cafe called Baron's, run by a chatty and extremely personable Japanese man named Chika.
This afternoon, I was picking at my lunch when this sunglassed, slightly faded man walked past me in the cafe. I thought he was a homeless person who had come in for an orange juice and a cake. But then Chika started this long, animated conversation with him in which he revealed that he might close his business.
Overhearing that, I suggested that Baron's should open for dinner. I told Chika about Buko Nero at Tanjong Pagar and how popular boutique restaurants were in Singapore. Chika's friend wanted to know more. And so we started talking, about Asia, about hamburger steaks in Japan and about the possibility of snow on Sunday when he leaves for Toronto (at that time I didn't know he was going there for the opening of HAIR!). About 20 minutes later, we shook hands and he left.
Then Chika told me who Rado was. He also confessed that Rado looked almost dirty and destitute the first time he dropped by the cafe last year. Chika offered him several cookies for free, thinking he was hungry! He came back the next day and asked to buy those cookies, because he had liked them so much.
We concluded that the talented don't need to dress like they own the world. And I concluded that I was thrilled to bits to be able to live a shoulder away - our borough is just one square mile - from at least one famous person. As some people say: Only in New York ...
Hey, Hoboken is ALMOST New York. James Rado chose to live here, didn't he!
James Rado, the man who wrote the book and and lyrics for the musical HAIR, lives in Hoboken, where rubrix and I live. We like to go to a cafe called Baron's, run by a chatty and extremely personable Japanese man named Chika.
This afternoon, I was picking at my lunch when this sunglassed, slightly faded man walked past me in the cafe. I thought he was a homeless person who had come in for an orange juice and a cake. But then Chika started this long, animated conversation with him in which he revealed that he might close his business.
Overhearing that, I suggested that Baron's should open for dinner. I told Chika about Buko Nero at Tanjong Pagar and how popular boutique restaurants were in Singapore. Chika's friend wanted to know more. And so we started talking, about Asia, about hamburger steaks in Japan and about the possibility of snow on Sunday when he leaves for Toronto (at that time I didn't know he was going there for the opening of HAIR!). About 20 minutes later, we shook hands and he left.
Then Chika told me who Rado was. He also confessed that Rado looked almost dirty and destitute the first time he dropped by the cafe last year. Chika offered him several cookies for free, thinking he was hungry! He came back the next day and asked to buy those cookies, because he had liked them so much.
We concluded that the talented don't need to dress like they own the world. And I concluded that I was thrilled to bits to be able to live a shoulder away - our borough is just one square mile - from at least one famous person. As some people say: Only in New York ...
Hey, Hoboken is ALMOST New York. James Rado chose to live here, didn't he!