Give a listen ... Joan Rivers in the Sukkah

I'm sitting and waiting for my wife in the hotel lobby after a wedding and reception. It's October 2013 in Michigan.

A group of men enter from outside and they disperse with only one remaining a few feet away from me. I'm thinking I've seen him before. He's tall, thin at the time, and dark complected. I stand up and say "Excuse me, you look familiar. Aren't you...?" He perceives my hesitation, with grace and a look of sophistication extends a hand and replies "JB Smoove. How are you this evening?" We go on to converse before one of his companions returns. The actor, writer, and comedian - then...