A couple of hours ago I was at Boston’s Logan Airport, inside International Terminal E, waiting for my wife and a friend of hers, returning from a few days in Toronto. I saw a man turning around, pushing a luggage cart, following his wife. Wait. Is that who I think it is? Yes, it is, and I couldn’t help but blurt out, “Donovan Leitch!”
Donovan smiled, said hello, offered his hand, we shook, and I said, “Welcome to Boston!” Donovan explained they had been in China and were in Boston just for tonight, but that he would be back in town when on tour next year. He introduced his wife Linda, and we chatted briefly. Donovan asked for my name, if I was meeting someone, and I explained why I was there. I didn’t want to delay the creator of Celtic British Rock, so I limited myself to telling Donovan what a privilege and an honor it was to meet him. The Sunshine Superman extended his hand again, I said thank you, and we parted. What a wonderful, impromptu encounter.