strange dream

where I was looking up this phrase I remembered from a 2001 New Yorker article.

John Lahr writing about a Kristin Chenoweth sitcom, Kristin.

Leaning against the bar across the room was John Markus, a goateed forty-four-year-old TV writer, who was about two weeks away from completing the pilot script for a sitcom starring Chenoweth, and who was wondering, as he watched her bask in the affection of her fans, whether he was doing the right thing. 

At the time I read that he must’ve seemed impossible aged to me.