Robert F. Kennedy, Jr.

I know what you are thinking, Oh God, here he is again with the goddam petunias!

But wait! There's more...

Yesterday, I tried to catch Anthony Fedorov in the Tony Danza show. I wore my Fedoration T-shirt, and asked my Tuesday morning client if I can leave early to see an Idol. His response of course was, Aren't you supposed to be an impartial journalist? Hmm... I am a very partial journalist. Or rather, I think I'm just partial. When I applied to Google News for a listing, they politely replied: We love your blog but we have to turn you down because we don't accept one-man outfits and places with no editorial structure. Blah. At least they were nice.

At any rate, I rushed to ABC at 11 AM and saw some fans lingering. They told me that I had missed Anthony by 5 minutes. I was devastated. I thought, I deserve more than this. Why do I have to schlep myself to a TV studio just to see Anthony after all that I have done for him these past few months. I deserve lunch! So I wandered around the city in my Fedoration T-shirt trying to escape my pathetic predicament, until about 2 PM for my next client.

I decided to visit the Ziegfeld where there's currently a line for the opening of Star Wars III: Revenge of the Sith. I was hoping to at least take some pictures of Storm Troopers. Of course, there weren't any, although I did see this fan with a great tattoo of Yoda and the Emperor on his arm:

I have tickets to see Star Wars at Ziegfeld on Thursday at 2:30 PM, so this Thursday we will be all about Star Wars. I haven't seen it yet, but I guarantee that we will rave about Hayden! I'm so delusional, I'm still hoping he doesn't turn into Darth Vader. Duh.

Anyway, I continued to wander the city, hoping that I would find a Yankee Store which I didn't, and somehow ending up near the CNN studio near Rockefeller Center. I think I was looking for Anderson Cooper, who I didn't see.

I did see however, Robert F. Kennedy, Jr. talking on his cellphone on a corner. So I mustered up my legendary confidence, and called out: Robert! He looked at me, still on his phone and asked for my name: Richard (I said my formal name), then he shook my hand. Of course I asked for a picture and was about to take just his picture, when he called to his lady assistant (who was fifteen feet away already) so we can have a picture together. Cool! She grudgingly walked back and had that look on her face it was priceless. I gave her my camera, but before we could pose... click! RFK, Jr. said Wait! but it was too late. And then they left... So here is the amusing picture of RFK, Jr. waving a business card and making an appointment to a doctor on his cellphone, with Rickey wearing his Fedoration T-shirt, listening to Tamyra Gray's A House is Not a Home. Good stuff, good stuff.

I saw a Kennedy, woohoo!