One night I was walking around New York City a few years ago, and walked by a theater around midnight that was screening, for the first time ever, Mike Burbiglia’s movie Sleepwalk With Me. The marquee said “sold out” but as I was milling around, just watching people in line waiting to go inside, a woman called out that she had an extra ticket and would anyone like it. No one said a thing, so I said, sure, I’ll take it. How much? She said, “forget that, just take it”. And then I noticed I was standing right next to Ira Glass, who was the producer of the film and was there at the premiere, chatting with people outside waiting to see the show. As we entered the theater when it was time to go in, Mike Burbiglia was the one taking tickets. So, cool night. But that’s not the end of the story. The next day I was photographing a couple somewhere around Bleeker Street, and I could see Ira Glass walking up the sidewalk towards us. I said, holy cow, Ira Glass, I just met you last night at the movie. I asked if I could take a picture and I had no idea what else to say.

I don’t really care too much about meeting famous people, but of all people I’d really want to meet, Ira Glass is on that list. But then when I did run into him, I had no idea what to say.

Well, that’s the story of the time I met Ira Glass.