Oh. My. God!!!!!! I met Ben Franklin.

I was just minding my own business Monday morning, heading into my office at the Thompson Center, when one of my peeps told me Ben Franklin was outside.

My squeals of delight disrupted the normally quiet office and I ran out the door with my cameraman, Chuck.

As he likes to tell the story: "She couldn't see him through the revolving door and she was all 'where is he, where...