Christiane Amanpour was on my flight from Denver to NYC for my staff retreat at DCI on Jan. 2. She was standing in front of me, and I thought she looked familiar, but I decided to wait to hear her speak before saying anything. Once she opened her mouth, I knew it was her; her voice is so distinctive. I said, "Excuse me, are you Christiane Amanpour?" To which she replied politely, "Yes. Did you have a good holiday?" I told her I was a big fan of her work. Waiting around, I tried to think of something intelligent to say. I asked if she had spent the holiday in Denver (genius question...); she replied she was just passing through. I said, "I can't believe no one is recognizing you. Don't you get recognized? But it must be kind of nice not to." (Another brillaint move on my part - was I trying to imply she's not that famous?) To which she replied, "Yes, I do get recognized, but not like this. People aren't used to seeing me in this environment." I guess people shoving and trampling each other at LaGuardia doesn't exactly qualify as a war-torn region. I then proceeded to tell her I liked the series, "God's Warriors." Then, I realized this whole starstruck thing wasn't working so well for me, so I decided to be quiet for a change.It seems like I always see famous people on flights from Denver to NYC. A few visits ago, I saw Colorado's former Governor Bill Owens. He could see in my eyes that I recognized him and gave a polite smile. Must be weird to be famous.
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