Many years ago, I was in a bookstore & Jeffrey Archer came in to do a signing. Realizing who he was, I felt a sudden impulse to take a random book off the shelves & ask him to sign it. “But I didn’t write this book,” I imagined him saying. “Oh, I don’t want any of YOUR books,” I would reply. "But your autograph might be worth something someday.” It would have been fun, but he had two hulking sobbers(*) with him, who’d probably have taken me outside & worked me over. https://nyti.ms/4zjNZcU