I once saw members of the band Chicago in an airport. The trumpet player, Lee Loughnane, was carrying his horn case (even though there were probably several trumpets in a truck heading to their next gig). Circa 1990, I saw Oscar-winning screenwriter Frank Pierson (“Dog Day Afternoon”) in my jury duty pool. I recognized him and confirmed this during the endless roll calls that come with jury duty. Every single day for a week or so he was reading a different book. Whatever “lessons” these unremarkable anecdotes possess can probably best be summed up by “And that’s why he’s the trumpet player in Chicago” and “And that’s why Frank Pierson won an Oscar.”
BILL
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