Last week my son and I were walking into our hotel and we both did a double take. There, right in front of us, was Sir Paul McCartney walking alone with a bag in his hand. I stopped and looked at him. He smiled, jumped in his SUV and drove away. I asked the doorman if I had actually seen a Beatle up close and he said, “I can’t comment on that sir but do you believe me or your own eyes?” Wow. He was youthful looking, serene and sans entourage.

Yesterday, on a plane, I sat next to Ted Koppel. He wasn’t very outgoing. We shook hands but he didn’t talk much. He still looks the same. He slept most of the way.

And as I entered the hotel elevator last night, there was Chris Robinson of the Black Crowes – long, flowing beard with tattoos on his feet - with his girlfriend. He was very friendly and was humming a Frank Sinatra song. Did you know the Black Crowes have sold 20 million albums? He is bigger and more buff than you would think.