William Reardon’s Blog

I had my first, personal, bona-fide celebrity sighting yesterday at the Goove. Chatting outside Borders was Allen Covert. Of course I didn’t know his name. Rather it was more like “hey, there’s one of those guys who in almost every Adam Sandler movie.”

Allegedly, I’ve watched an independent flick just a few rows behind Neil Patrick Harris (”Doogie!”) and ate lunch at a table kitty-corner Philip Hoffman, but I’m doubtful of both. The people I was with on both occasions insist it was the respective actor, but in a “just-imagine-the-face-without-the-hat-and-sunglasses” way. Allen, on the other hand, was just standing there in plain sight, no hat, no dark glasses.

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