"One day he accosted me on the street and demanded
that we get our picture taken at a local studio---professional shot,
black and white, 8x10, about three copies I think. I had no idea why
he wanted these pictures. He was so goofy I never even asked why we
were doing it, I figured he wanted to remember me or something. Even
the most bizarre things seemed perfectly natural with him. About two
weeks later I ran into him on the street and he told me that he's
sent the pictures off to "everyone." "Say what?" I said. "Who's everyone?"
"Prime Minister Giri of India and Marshal Tito of Yugoslavia." he
replied in a deadpan, matter-of-fact way, like I was some kind of
idiot or something. "Oh them." I said, figuring that we'd OF COURSE
hear back from them right away. I mean they had just received a communique
from the Global Emperor himself and they, after all, were merely low-level
functionaries of the non-aligned nation organization. I half-thought
that maybe I should prepare for a trip to New Delhi and Belgrade,
because they would probably send a plane for us."