It's like puncturing a tire on the turnpike of conversation— that swerve, the slamming of the brakes, those exhalations of surprise that invariably occur whenever I tell people at a dinner party I was a contestant on Jeopardy. Everyone wants to know what that suave emcee's really like, what I won, how it feels to be on national TV. I say a lot doesn't meet the eye—it's not ... Copyright © Roy Jacobstein All rights reserved