Yeah, they do. Sometimes I'm not sure though -- it could be somebody else.

I once had a conversation with Geronimo in Dunkin Donuts. Not the real Geronimo but one who looked like him. Iron Eyes Cody, or somebody who looked just like him, showed up at a reading I gave at Boca Raton. He said to me, "I'm here to draw them in; you sell the books." What a sweetheart. When I went to thank him after the event, he was gone.

Couple years ago on the streets of Manhattan, well not too far from Bleeker and the offices of my agent, I spotted a funny looking little guy with a cellphone and he was saying in a loud New Yawk voice -- "Yeah, I sawr it, but whatdaya want me to do about it?" I said to my wife Lorry, "That guy looks just like Danny DeVito." She said, "That's because he IS Danny DeVito."

Jackie Chan winked at me once in the Atlanta Airport but that was because I picked him out of a sea of faces, a wave of people coming at me. I wanted to throw him a kick but I'm very glad I didn't.

Yesterday we were in Washington DC and we were having dinner at a lovely Ethiopian restaurant just up from Eads St. when in the door stepped a mild little man with beautiful dark gold skin and a haunted sort of worried hawk-like proud, dignified face and Lorry said to me, "How is it possible?"

I said, "What?" She said, "Look at him. . . isn't it . . ."

I finished it for her -- "Haile Selassie, Lord of Lords, King of Kings, Conquering Lion of the Tribe of Judah."

With no imagination, you would see the spirit of the beautiful little king in all his glory -- old workclothes. There it was, the crowning moment of the imagination -- truth -- the king who faced Mussolini and had him disgraced. The king, who with dignity and solemnity and bravery faced a modern day army with bows and arrows, slings and rocks. Did he not know it was the 20th Century?

Anyone who doubts Selassie I's courage, get yourself to the corner of Eads and 23rd St and walk a little ways, order dinner, sit down and eat the best food you've ever eaten. The king will come walking in. But he won't see you. You will see him.