Barbra Streisand
Knows what she wants
I was working at McKays Grocery Store, in old Gold Beach, Oregon. Low and behold, there was Barbra Streisand in an aisle looking for kippers, sardines and crackers. She grabbed some, checked out and headed for a plain white van and was gone, headed south on Highway 101. Only one person got her autograph, which we all looked over. It was a big "B".