Nobody jumped up to dash over and check it out, and I was headed to coffee at B&N anyway, so I stopped by. P-B photographer Jerry Olson beat me to it, though he was milling around outside, a little unsure about how to ask the hostess or bartender, "Um, is Miley Cyrus here?" So I boldly went in and asked the bartender and she said, "Seriously? Somebody called?"
You bet, I said, and not only the managing editor but the most veteran photographer on the P-B staff were checking it out. I'd do the same if it was Arnold Palmer or Bob Dylan in town for a checkup.
Turns out, a young woman who LOOKED like Miley Cyrus was in "several hours ago" (more likely 2-3 hours) and didn't stay more than a minute after not finding a place she wanted to sit in what must have been the mostly vacant bar.
Carissa Merritt, the assistant GM at Chester's, confirmed the sad news and added, "She probably weighed about 30 pounds more" than Miley.
So it was up to me to sing "Wrecking Ball."