It was like something out of the movies. I jumped on the train from Gramps‘ house in New Jersey and rode the 30 minutes into Manhattan. From there I grabbed a cab up to the studios that were just off of Central Park. When I got there I gave them my name and they shuffled me into a room. A couple of women from hair and make-up came to doll me up a bit before the camera showed up.

We were doing the pre-recording for the show that was gonna happen tomorrow. My girlfriend Angela had hooked me up with this random appearance on the Katie Couric show. Crazy right? But it was awesome. We quickly finish the pre-recording and had a bit of a conversation before it’s time for me to head back to New Jersey.

The following morning I woke up early and picked out what I was going to wear for my national television debut (!!!) I settled on a pair of white jeans and a deep blue silk top. Then I spent about an hour choosing the right shoes. By the time all of that was taken care of the town car that the show had sent for me had arrived. The driver was an older man name Stan and as we drove into the city he talked about what it was like driving in New York the traffic with the bridges and tunnels. He told me all about his family. He told me about his favorite pizza. And he gave me all kinds of information about what I could go see after the show was over.

We ran into quite a bit of traffic trying to get onto the island so we pulled up a little behind schedule and I was rushed into hair and make-up to get ready for the day. The ladies there were absolute jams and I had a blast getting ready with them. Then it was often soundstage and the next hour and a half was just a blur there’s Katie here I was there I was on the screen with our pre-recording it was like something out of a movie.

And then just that quickly we were done. Stan my driver offered to take me anywhere I wanted he said he would take me home or he could drive me around for a little while show me the sites. Apparently, the show booked him for the full day. So I took him up on a private tour of Manhattan complete with all of his own tidbits of knowledge and experience before he drove me home.

As we pulled into Gramps’s driveway are you still riding a high from the whole experience jumped out took a selfie with Stan with goodbyes he drove back down the gravel driveway.

Without missing a beat Gramps was at the door asking if I had time to mow the yard in my big during my busy schedule. So I headed over to the workshop and jumped on the tractor still in my clothes from the day and mowed the lawn looking like a freaking superstar.