Love mata’s mataharikrishna tagline (or whatever the kids call it).

I saw Garbo once at an outdoor NYC market a few years before she died, only because a woman standing next to me nudged her friend while whispering “Look, there’s Garbo.” And it was.

Or should that be “and she was”? Either way, when I write my memoirs, tentatively titled “I Shouldn’t Have Bothered” — or for the UK edition, “I Needn’t Have Bothered” — I’ll devote at least thirty pages to a highlight of my life that lasted at most twenty seconds. That’s how much Garbo has meant to me.