Oops. Just spotted Scott McNealy at a T.G.I. Friday's in Campbell. I was just about to go over and say hi when I realized that a) he was drunk; b) it was only 11:30 in the morning; and c) he was semi hitting on this 50-something secretary type, telling her how he used to fly in this huge corporate jet and how he totally knows Bill Gates and the Google guys. Sad stuff. I ducked into the men's room and then took off without him seeing me.