[Ed. note: This story is believable.]
I held the door open for David Gergen once. It was the day before Thanksgiving a year or two ago. I had just bought a few bottles of wine at the Wine & Cheese Cask near Harvard Square. The place was packed, like it was the only liquor store in the city. As I headed out, I saw the guy behind me with a couple cases of mixed wine and liquor. He was having a little trouble balancing the stuff, so I made sure to hold the door. And as he walked past, the eyes of David Gergen, electric and intoxicating, tore through my soul as he breezily said, “Oh, thank you.”
Thing you may not know about Gergen: he’s way tall. I’m 6’3", and felt tiny as he passed.