A Brief Encounter with Robert Redford

      Yes, I do have a Robert Redford story.

When I was working at MLB, Major League Baseball, in the late '70s, the office was at 75 Rockefeller Plaza—the Warner Communication building near the skating rink.

      One fine day I got in the elevator to go to (I think) the 10th floor, and who gets in the elevator—alone with just me—Redford. So, I have about 15 seconds to say SOMETHING, ANYTHING . . . and I nod and say "Hello, Mr. Redford . . . . did you know that the Major League Baseball offices are in this building? That's where I work."

      And HE says, "I played baseball at the University of Colorado  . . . . and I have an office here."

      There was one other thing I had to say to him.

"Mr. Redford, we have a secretary here with a floor- to-ceiling poster of you in her office. Any way you could pause and come with me to surprise her and shock her?"

      He smiled politely and said, "No, I don't think so."

      And with that the door opened—mine first—and I said, "have a great day."

      And that is my Robert Redford story.