

I met Pam Grier at Paseo High School of the Arts' opening some years ago, at a reception of some kind. She was standing alone in the middle of the room. I wanted to say something but was so intimidated by her beauty and reputation, that I did not know what to say or do. Finally, I approached her. "Good day, Ms. Grier, It is so good to see you again." I said. "Oh?" she replied quizzically, "Have we met?" she asked, arching an eyebrow. "Many times in my dreams," I answered. "Oh!" she giggled. "Was that you?" "Most assuredly," I said. Then, we both laughed loud and heartily, which drew others to investigate the source. Thus goes a day in the life.