brush with ignominy

bob villa let me down. i grew up watching his pbs show in the eighties and in some small way idealized his easy manner and his command of the jobsite. (notice the conquistador stance atop the lumber) but years of good will were squandered in the london underground in may of 1999 when i stopped bob to ask for a handshake and a kind word. there was no one around. he could have endeared himself to a lonely fan, but the cameras weren't on, so he mumbled something to me over his shoulder and skulked away with his publicist. whenever i see sheetrock i begin to weep.