A SHIRT OF VIOLENT GREEN

Forgive me, but there was a dearth of guilty pleasures today…

The day was highlighted, if you will, by the fact that I ate lunch two tables over from Sam Donaldson.

I was tempted to accost him at his table screaming “Where did you hide my Bomb Pops, Jerry?!?” or some other non sequitur in the same class as “What’s the frequency, Kenneth?”

Because it just seems like the thing to do when you spot a random male newscaster in public…