OH MAN I HAVE ART HORN'S EMAIL ADDRESS OH MAN

What follows is completely, 100% true:

This summer, I was hired as an intern for Hartford Magazine. Today, as part of my internship, I was assigned to work at the 4th Annual Women's Fair at the new Connecticut Expo Center. The event was almost completely uneventful, besides the opportunity to see horrible goblin "women" scream at the appearance of a soap star. One literally had a single tooth on her top layer of gums.

Early that morning, however, I saw local former Channel 30 weatherman Art Horn (who was never within less than three feet of any woman at any time). I was simply amused at first, he has a high class hair dye job that should be seen in person. But then, later that afternoon, he returned to the Hartford Magazine booth.

"Hi, Art Horn," he said, offering his hand to the intern I was working with. "Hartford Magazine, huh?"

"Yeah." He pulled out his wallet. He pulled out a card with his face on it. "Maybe Hartford Magazine wants to write about Art Horn."

MAYBE HARTFORD MAGAZINE WANTS TO WRITE ABOUT ART HORN

I struggled to not laugh. And then, so we would be sure to contact him, he wrote his email address on the back of the card. I immediately copied it down so I could use it for myself. I will give it to you, the loyal reader as well, but I don't want to blow my cover just yet. I'm going to wait a couple of months so he doesn't have any idea what's hit him. Plus I need a really good idea, too.