You Picked a Fine Time to Leave me Lucille

This website reminded me of my friend Liz’s first visit out to California. We were driving down Sunset Boulevard. Liz was determined to find a celebrity. Out of the blue she yells “There’s Kenny Rogers in that red Porsche!”

I looked, and the guy had the required white hair and beard, but I wasn’t sure. Liz was adamant, and like any tourists, we gave chase.

We drove all the way down Sunset Blvd. through Beverly Hills and up this long, twisting, turning road. I was driving like a maniac to keep up with the red Porsche and the Gambler. We ended up at this strip mall and circling the lot a few times before we spotted the Porsche in front of a pharmacy. As we walked into the Pharmacy he was walking out.

Upon further inspection the guy looked less like Kenny Rogers and more like a cross between Santa Claus and Uncle Jessie from The Dukes of Hazzard.

But I think Liz still counts it as a star sighting.