Yesterday the formerly incarcerated women had a rehearsal for their performance next Friday. We were meeting at the Columbia School of Social work last night. I walked in and Maria at the desk said you have to prove to me who you are before I can let you upstairs.
I think you should have asked "Who else could make a better Esther Cohen than me?"
Next time, write a poem for her
i offered
I guess you look more dangerous than you ever thought.
That's about the funniest story I've heard in a year! Nuttiness at Columbia...rampant.
She could have grabbed anyone on the street—everyone knows Esther Cohen!!
It is a GIFT to not be recognized for ALL that you do.
Means your good work is ESSENTIAL > without the snarky-modern-hijack of FAME as "The Reason" for doing what has The Heart to DO!
I agree. Plus I treasure my anonymity because of the quality of life it allows. Famous people can't move around unnoticed.
She missed out!
How wonderful to actually be Esther Cohen!
Reminds me of Steve Martin’s drunk test in “Dead Men Don’t Wear Plaid”