The Amazing Kreskin
by Bob
(Autograph Heaven)
My mom took me to see him in Louisville, Kentucky in the seventies. We were an hour early. We bought our tickets and left the theater to go to the coffee shop across the street. A limo pulled up. Kreskin got out. He thought we were there to meet us. He stopped, shook our hands, and started talking to us. He gave me his autograph...
ESPecially, Kreskin
The theater management came out and shooed us away and escorted Kreskin inside.
I always wondered why Kreskin didn't read our minds and realize that we weren't who he thought we were.