A story about Geraldo Rivera
Geraldo was riding his bike with a younger woman (in her 20s) a few years back in Santa Barbara. He was shirtless and the girl was wearing a Superman t-shirt. They pulled in to Carlito’s Mexican restaurant and I served them lunch. A heavy-set woman in a house-dress came over and cornered him and his friend at their table, heaping praise upon him and just being generally overwhelmed in his presence. He handled it very graciously and she left eventually, satisfied and without incident.
