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I must share with you my afternoon with film actor and Spy's 1991 Ironman Decathlon participant, Beau Bridges. Imagine a rainy afternoon in Georgetown. Your correspondent was trudging along with his Totes umbrella and a rucksack burdened with dual weights of new bottles of Absolute Citron and Jim Beam. I crossed the main thoroughfare quickly, trying to avoid splashings by vicious drivers who get their kicks from soaking innocent pedestrians. As these things happen (and they do), I literally ran into another pedestrian: the type of lost soul one often finds in Washington, looking at his pocket map and trying to figure out if the street signs are telling the truth, too embarrassed to ask, "Where am I and how do I get to where I want to go?" But in this case, the lost soul turned out to be Beau Bridges, in town (I later discovered) trying to get the Brady Bill for gun control passed in Congress. If any of you recall his moving portrayal of Reagan-era vegetable in the HBO intsa-kitsch classic, Without Warning: The James Brady Story, you'll know my heart skipped a beat upon realizing the idiot in the red sweater (in 85º weather) blocking the sidewalk was he, Beau. Of course, my immediate thought was, "Just my luck! Why didn't I get to run into Jeff Bridges!" but I let that thought pass and said instead, "Excuse me." He continued to be dumbfounded. And you wonder why I love this crazy town! (circa 1992) |
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