It's possible to leave your apartment and become an international idol by the time you get to the subway station.
I know, because I've done it.
It started in early May, when I was heading to work and a guy who had nursed a 30-year grudge against me for what he claimed was inappropriate behavior with his college girlfriend grabbed me in a half nelson on the street and bellowed, "Hirsh, I just saw you in a movie!"
"Are you sure it was me?" I said. "Maybe ...
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