Brown in the fall of 1979 was not unacquainted with celebrity. But my class's particular celebrity was of a different order altogether. It was Freshman Week, and I was busy drinking so much that I was about to be reported to the dean's office for alcohol abuse. But even in my disagreeable state I was aware of the reports, and their furious pace. He's in my history class.
Celebrity aggrandizes the shallowest layer of narrative.
It was in the dining hall. There was a commotion at a nearby table. An elbow next to me lanced me in the ribs. That's him, that's him. I saw the most famous teenager on earth get seconds of pizza.