I'm sitting down when I see her. At a bar on New York's Lower East Side, I look up from my cocktail and there she is. Cyndi Lauper.
Generally I ignore celebrities. I pretend not to recognize them, especially if there's little obvious merit to their fame. Cyndi Lauper is another story. I've seen her sing strong in pride parades, at Mardi Gras in Sydney, on the True Colors Tour, but here she's within striking distance. So I pounce. Literally I hurdle a couch to confront her. She sees me coming. "Cyndi Lauper," I stick out my hand. "I have to thank you for something."
When was it? 1985? That's when I first noticed the shift. C.F. Tigard Elementary School was in Oregon, but …