On our way back to Williamsburg yesterday, Richard stop at one of our friendly WaWa’s. Before he left the car, a street person tapped on the window and asked if he was Sam Elliot. I don’t even know who Sam Elliot is, but it certainly left an impression. Now he can’t stop looking at himself in the mirror; any mirror. It is very sad, really. And he is trying to make his voice deeper. Not working. If anyone knows Sam Elliot, would you ask him to call and put Richard out of his misery.
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