Can you see me?

Can you see me? I called my son from the convention when I notice I’m in the line of view of a cable network TV camera. I’m about to be one of those idiots you see behind the anchorman — talking on a cell phone and waving to someone. Except, I’m trying to be cool and not actually look towards the camera. “Hey, can you see me on TV?” I ask the 13-year-old who answers. His response: “I thought your were in New York. How can you be at the Titans-Cowboys game?”