I Saw Ann Coulter Saturday Night -- And Lived to Tell the Tale
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| Flickr: lissa |
| Crypt keeper Ann Coulter caresses the grave of a favorite American. |
I'm not sure why she was roaming the streets of West Palm Beach around midnight, but it was a full moon.
I was walking back to my car, parked in the CityPlace garage. She had just stepped out of a car and was crossing South Rosemary Avenue, near the Bang & Olufsen store, with a male companion. She took a step onto the sidewalk. Our eyes met. I must have betrayed a flicker of recognition -- that face was familiar. But it took a moment to place it and by the time my jaw dropped in horror she had already cast her eyes furtively down and her high heels click away into the night.
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| Screen grab courtesy Google Maps |
| The spot where I encountered Coulter. |
I can report that there's truth to the urban legend: The air that surrounds Ann Coulter is indeed 10 degrees cooler than the prevailing temperature. You can actually see your breath -- like in The Sixth Sense.
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