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I was walking down Calvert Street yesterday afternoon when a dude in a suit stopped, pointed at me and said "Sam Sessa!"
At first, I thought he knew me. But I didn't recognize him.
I was like, "Hi?"
Knowing I was confused, the dude said, "I read your articles. Good stuff, man!"
Then he walked away.
Does this make me a celebrity?
Erik Maza is a features reporter at the Baltimore Sun. He writes for several sections of the Sun paper and contributes weekly columns on music and nightlife. He also writes and edits the Midnight Sun blog. He often covers entertainment, business, and the business of entertainment. Occasionally, he writes about Four Loko, The Block, the liquor board, and those who practice "simulated sex with a potted palm tree." Before The Sun, he was a reporter at the Miami New Times. He's also written for Miami magazine, the Orlando Sentinel, the Sarasota Herald Tribune and the Gainesville Sun. Got tips? Gripes? Pitches? He's reachable at erik.maza@baltsun.com. Click here to keep up with the dumb music he's listening to.
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Comments
you look more like a blind pirate in that picture. but yeah, i guess you're a celebrity now. you better start blinging out every item you own, or start adopting children from various countries around the world. don't let it go to your head!!!
Posted by: Allan | October 17, 2008 10:07 AM
Watch out Sam, first comes the fans, second comes the Paparazzi. :)
Posted by: Mark Twain | October 17, 2008 10:09 AM
couple weeks ago i saw you walking down calvert street too, but i didn't wanna bother you.
i would call you more of a sselebrity (yeah...i went there)
Posted by: ryan97ou | October 17, 2008 10:45 AM
The price of fame is heavy burden to bear, Sam.
As long as you are being recognized on the street I think you need some kind of a posse or entourage to go around with you. The best are the ones that constantly reaffirm your greatness. However, I would remind you that the Midnight Sun Strike Team could be used for personal security as well as the recovery of Homer.
Posted by: bryanintimonium | October 17, 2008 11:37 AM
I saw you at the First Thursday show with The Oranges Band. You were wearing a blazer. Does that count as a spotting? In any event, I propose Blazer Events, where everyone wears a blazer. On second thought, that just sort of sounds like a steak house.
Posted by: Calvert Street | October 17, 2008 12:28 PM
Sam, I believe I suggested the idea of forming your own entourage months ago. See where procrastination has gotten you?
Posted by: Brad | October 17, 2008 12:41 PM
Sam,
As you make your transition from print media personality to overall celebrity, your going to have to be confident, cordial, if not diplomatic and strong to deal and navigate your way with the persistent and possibly those of questionable demeanor.
Some times it's going to be an annoyance, if not an active pain in the a**.
Good Luck
Posted by: GDA | October 17, 2008 12:43 PM
With all the newfound attention focused at you, Sam, maybe it's time you retained the services of professionals...
http://www.avipp.com/executiveprotection.html
Posted by: Mark Twain | October 17, 2008 1:19 PM
Yes! Or maybe a stunt double. Anybody interested?
Posted by: Sam Sessa | October 17, 2008 1:24 PM
Forget the stunt double, you need a target decoy.
Posted by: Mark Twain | October 17, 2008 1:38 PM
Yikes! Twain, do you know something I don't?
Posted by: Sam Sessa | October 17, 2008 1:39 PM
Sam,
I probally know a lot of things you don't. :) jk
Posted by: Mark Twain | October 17, 2008 1:55 PM
"Constant commentary from the wayside"
Posted by: Anonymous | October 18, 2008 9:32 AM