I Drive Dean Haglund
Three hours later, we were waiting at the America West gate and recounting our favorite episodes with glee. Suddenly, the blond, long-haired Canadian -- sans the Langley glasses -- came striding down the jetway toward us. I introduced myself and Weezer, and we set off. The flight was awful, Haglund recounted pleasantly; the seat he was assigned didn't exist. We exchanged airline horror stories and he asked how far we were from town. Not far, I replied, noting that this was probably my last trip to Mueller before Bergstrom opens.
Zipping out of the airport, we chatted about this and that, Haglund's replies quick and smart and not fussy the way his TV character's can be. Here's the info from Jennifer, I said as I gave him some BS4 material. Here's a Chronicle Day of the Dead T-shirt, too, and went on to explain how a former TV columnist and her sidekick ended up as his driver. There's the UT Tower. There's downtown. This is Sixth Street. He asked some questions, we pointed out a few places to him, and explained how the streets were laid out. As we said goodbye to him at the Driskill, it occurred to me what a quick, easy trip that had been and how that convenience would be a thing of the past when Bergstrom opens. On the other hand, Bill Clinton will be here for the occasion. I wonder if they have anyone picking him up. -- Margaret Moser