That voice. I heard it, softly, from a table 10 feet away.
It was 1990. We were in a quiet, trendy Hollywood restaurant whose name I never knew and I doubt still exists.
I was with an agency producer, working on a TV job for a large telecom client.
It was the unmistakable voice of an old friend. I wanted to jump up, hug him and tell him my whole family and all our friends missed him.
But I didn’t because he was speaking softly, it sounded private, and I didn’t want to interrupt.
Besides, we had never met, and I didn’t want to scare the hell out of him. Continue reading