I’m in an elevator in New York with several others. One a tallish woman, in dark glasses, and some kind of concealing headgear. Yet I detect something vaguely familiar. Careful scrutiny produces recognition. I catch her eye and give her a look that says, “You’re Jackie O.”
And, with a trace of a smile, she gives me back a look that silently says, “Yes. Let it be our secret.”
Then the elevator opens and she’s gone. I say to myself, “Wow! But wait — didn’t Jackie O die ages ago? . . . Maybe I’m mis-remembering that.”
Then I think, I should write this up for my blog! Title it “My Greatest Celebrity Sighting Ever!”
Then I wake up from the dream and laugh.
(Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis died 28 years before.)
