Celebrities and the cultural clamor they bring are pretty foreign to the Twin Cities.  And most of the people that’ve passed for “celebs” around here in the past twenty years have been pretty low-key; Prince is sequestered in his estate in Chanhassen when he’s not in LA; a few Hollywood B-listers live in Stillwater precisely to lay low (not that Emilio Estevez needs to lay all that much lower); most of the musicians that mattered moved to New York or LA or Austin years ago (and the rest aren’t doing much music anymore). The biggest celebrity I’ve run into lately, except via the radio show, is Josh Hartnett’s mom, who was a guidance counselor at one of my kids’ schools.

Oh, and…well, there’s one more, although Ed doesn’t quite tell the story:

Living in Minneapolis and traveling mostly to DC or Orange County, though, I haven’t seen any that I recall. So I was a little surprised to see Steve Tyler of Aerosmith coming through the security checkpoint with me here in Reno. It took me a couple of moments to be sure of it, but it’s pretty difficult to confuse him with anyone else.

Many of the women in the terminal were also pleasantly surprised to see him as well. They called out greetings to him, ignoring the woman with whom he was traveling. After a few minutes of that, I can imagine it gets old for both Tyler and his companion. He’s still somewhere in my terminal as I write this, but people have returned to the slot machines and have left the pair alone.

“I can imagine…”.  Hah.

Hanging out with Ed in the Twin Cities is like partying with Lindsay Lohan.  Everyone knows the guy.  Which is great when you want to jump the ropeline at Doolittle’s after the show, but the paparazzi’ll kill you eventually.

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