Olivia in the House

As I type this, Olivia Newton-John is just down the hallway.

Okay, I'm at work, and all I got was a glimpse of ONJ being whisked down the hall past my glass studio door. But one of her publicists smiled at me.

This is pretty darn exciting for a girl who spent her high school years in cowboy boots, singing along to all of Olivia's countrified pop. Yes, even before Grease.

Even now, even though I haven't listened to her music for many a year, I honestly love her.

It's all I can do to resist the temptation to meander down the hall -- maybe Ms. N-J would like a mini-Snickers bar? I've got one of those. Some herbal tea?

There's something about the idols of your youth that never leaves you. And if Pat Benatar ever shows up here, I'm tackling her at the door.