Why yes, that IS my ass in the New York Times

This is not how I imagined my first appearance in the New York Times. I imagined a well lit subject, doing something immensely interesting, in a large photo above the fold on page one. Never did I imagine getting caught in the dragnet for a piece on Micheal Musto. Granted, I was acknowledged in this article, but not by name.

For the record, my butt looks lumpy due to my phone in my pocket. I have since learned my lesson and do not plan to store my phone there ever again. Also, I typically don’t look that disaffected but that was an especially boring evening trying to interview Martha Stewart for the New York Times where I got possibly 45 seconds of her time after waiting over an hour. At an antique show.

I hope my next appearance includes a byline.