I would love to have dinner with John Prine. He’s my favorite folk singer, he’s 73 years old, has survived cancer twice, and has never eaten a green vegetable. I’ll have to specifically ask for a salad if I want one.
I would not ever have dinner with Michael Jackson. I suspect he never ate much, and the only thing he would talk about would be all things Michael Jackson. That would be fine for awhile, but by dessert, it would be time to talk about me.