I unknowingly meet Gore Vidal in the UCLA library. He was doing a book signing so I happened to go to his section in the stacks. An old man in an equally old tweed jacket approached me and said, "oh, I'm so glad someone as young as you enjoys my work." He acted very strangely. Not knowing what Gore Vidal looked like, I assumed he was some crazy nut hanging around the library. I just said, "oh yes, I enjoyed both 1776 and Burr". He smiled then walked away. The next time I saw him, he was signing my book. I felt like such an ass. Ass being the key word.