So, I'd talked to Mr. Barry's publicist, and had three copies of The Worst Class Trio Ever, and we had planned all sorts of activities on Twitter... Until it occurred to me that I don't have, you know, a smart phone.
This lead to my complete gobsmackedness and excessive fangirling when I came around a corner at the American History Museum in Washington, D.C.. And saw ... Dave Barry.
He'll probably block me on Twitter, but... OMG!!!