'nuf of that. Let's get to the fun stuff: I met RICK SPRINGFIELD Tuesday night at a signing for his book, "Late, Late at Night." about 15 minutes from my house. Heck, I'll never have him THAT close again. I didn't even KNOW Rick was in town until I saw the news Tuesday morning and the news lady asks, "Do you like Rick Springfield?" I sat up in bed and reached for my 100 year old glasses to catch a clip of Monday's signing.
So after all these decades, I shake his hand, make him chuckle by telling him a quick tale how back in the day, after a concert, it was just him, his band, my friend and I, in a Ma and Pa gas station/diner at midnight in the middle of Iowa, and I was too scared to talk to him---and now FINALLY I could! Plus, I get a kinda fuzzy non-flash used photo. I don't care. It's RICK SPRINGFIELD and he's got his arm around ME! After the photo was taken, Rick did a thumbs up, but the girl didn't get that. I don't care. RICK SPRINGFIELD and me. Me and RICK SPRINFIELD. Finally. And for those couple minutes, who cared about Jessie's Girl....?