There I was, having a nice quiet drink with my husband at the Napoleon House Bar when in comes the press, cameras and all. Sneaky little guys, they tried to pretend they were not there to catch me in my daily routine so they focused the cameras on some guy in a white shirt. His name was Emeril La....something. I think he is a cook. Who knows what could happen to this guy with exposure like this. Someday he might become famous, have his own cooking show, signature cookware, ....the works. All because he was in the right place at the right time. Now I know how Lady Di felt, not a moment to myself.