The Presence of Greatness
You know that feeling where you don't remember something until you're reminded of it? I'm not talking about getting the milk at the grocery store or remembering to pick up your prescription at the pharmacy. I'm talking about those memories that are up on the top corner in the back of the closet of your mind, that, until you're reaching for something else, don't get dusted off and opened up. I had one of those today. I was curling up with the day's TMZ for a little light read, when I saw this little nugget about Robin Williams. It seems Mr. Williams showed up at some small comedy club in L.A. last night and did his schtick. This is par for the course for good ole Robin -- which I know because, years ago, I was in a small comedy club myself when he did just that. It was 1999 and I was living in New York (more on that here ), working for a promotional company. We used to give away tickets to this comedy club and tell our clients, "Yeah, Robin Wil