I’ve been attending way too many weddings the past couple of years, and all of them, it seems, are held in upstate New York. This past weekend I was in Auburn, and with Saturday afternoon free, I decided to visit William H. Seward’s house. You know, Lincoln’s secretary of state. The guy who later purchased Alaska.

Anyway, no sooner did I walk through the door to sign up for the noon tour than I was met with “Aren’t you Ross Amico?”

To which I replied, “Why, yes. Yes, I am.”

Who was standing there, but a former WWFM volunteer, a musician in the Princeton area, who also happens to be a friend of one of the docents! I could see the person behind the admission desk crane her head to try to discern if I was anyone important; but I think she was fairly quickly disabused of the idea when we started to talk about classical music radio.

You never know whom you’re going to meet, or where.

Perhaps an interesting autobiographical postscript: I once played Seward in a 4th grade play! However, I have a terrible agent, so I never even got an audition with Steven Spielberg.