The Inside Secret Truth About Me and George Harrison

I may have once met George Harrison. I recall being in Columbus Circle once organizing in my head how to accomplish several objectives that involved going in different directions. As I kept deciding upon, and then changing my mind, as to which path that would best meet all my goals within time constraints, I kept walking and spinning around in different directions in Columbus Circle. I recall a gentleman sitting on a park bench stated to me, “You look lost.” I replied, “It’s not that I’m lost, it’s that I don’t know where I’m going,” The gentleman on the park bench chuckled and responded “true, you have to know where you're going before you can become lost".

After finally deciding upon a course of action, I ran down the subway entrance and ran for an oncoming subway. As I entered the subway door, a younger gentleman ran after me shouting “what did he say to you? What did he say to you?” Realizing he was talking to me, I thought I had run across another one of the eccentric Manhattan inhabitants. The man yelled “that was George Harrison. What did he say to you?” I thought the man daft and rode off in my subway. Particularly, wouldn’t it have been easier to ask a man on a park bench what he had said than to follow me down the subway entrance?

I’d like to think it was George Harrison I even briefly spoke with. Yet, knowing the absurdities that can be found everywhere, not just in Manhattan, I knew the incomprehensibleness of a stranger wanting thinking I had somehow exchanged some comments with one of our time’s great poets struck me as too preposterous to believe that man actually was George Harrison.

Recently, I saw a book. It has a photograph of George Harrison in his later years, sitting on a park bench: in Columbus Circle.

The man in the photograph looked like the gentleman with whom I had spoken.