|Mired in the |
Fog of Lucidity
5'7" is about what I heard. It's a bit surprising because he does seem taller. The magic of thick soles and camera angles, I imagine.
|Be Well and Keep Your Rifle Clean|
Phil Rizzuto and Mickey Mantle at a Little League awards dinner in the Summer of '56. I was 11.5 years old and speechless.
"..AGAINST ALL ENEMIES, FOREIGN AND DOMESTIC,...SO HELP ME GOD."
|A teetotaling |
Albert Finney. 1963 Hawaii. Personal appearance promoting "Tom Jones". Met him on Kalakaua Ave.
Men fight for liberty and win it with hard knocks. Their children, brought up easy, let it slip away again, poor fools. And their grandchildren are once more slaves.
I was 11 years old and was at the, what is considered the first ever, Star Trek convention in New York City in 1972.
I met the well known science fiction writer, Isaac Asimov and he autographed the souvenir booklet.
A cool experience for a nerdy kid.
Yeah, well sometimes nothin' can be a real cool hand.
|Lovin' the P7|
I met Rod Laver at a resort and actually got to hit a few tennis balls with him. He was a little better than I was...
My first was when I was 8 years old. I caught a foul ball at Yankee stadium. My father knew Joe Torre somehow and we were allowed into the locker room after the game. I got that ball signed by the entire '94 Yankees team.
After that I met Gene Wilder multiple times. He ended up being a customer of mine and I cleaned his furnace yearly. He was one of the nicest people I have ever met.
|Conservative Behind |
When I was 14, a local car dealer had Werner Klemperer come to sign autographs. He was even dressed in his Colonel Klink uniform!
Antifa: "We think like fascists; we operate like fascists; we imitate fascists in an effort to stop fascists."
Oh lord, I loved that place. Lunched there at least twice a week for the 6 months I was living in Sugarland and working in Tyson's Corner in 1979. Two dogs and a beer. The old man would come around and ask if I was done eating? If yes, he'd firmly instruct me to get the hell out and make room for paying customers. Go to the register, tell them what I had (there were no checks), pay up and then try to weave my way out of the parking lot without hitting one of the many BMWs or Jags. It was a trashy place but they had loyal, upscale clientele. I'll never forget those huge console TVs hanging from the ceiling by steel rods...the area's first sports bar. What a hoot.
"And it's time that particularly, some of our corporations learned, that when you get in bed with government, you're going to get more than a good night's sleep."
- Ronald Reagan
I forgot, my Pop-pop was married to Robert Sherrod's (the writer)sister...
we called her Me-maw and I always considered her one of my grandmothers...
I have vague memories of him in the 70's and 80's
Back in the 70's Harold Ensley (the sportsman's friend) he had a syndicated outdoor show from Kansas City. We would watch the show when it came on on Sunday nights before the World of Disney as a family for Dad's sake. I have many fond memories of those times. My Dad took me to the local sport boat and travel show where he was appearing. I was probably 8 or 9 at the time, he looked just like on TV and signed a picture for me next to his signature Ford station wagon he went on his many hunting and fishing adventures in.
About 15 years ago I met Joan Baez at the fitness center I was working out in. This was a low key place that was a part of a hospital. She was in town for a concert and they were trying to find a place that was out of the way for her to workout and be left alone. Myself and her escort were the only ones in the place. I don't care for her politics so meeting her was not a big priority for me. When I saw her I wasn'the sure it was her. I walked up to her out of curiosity while she was on a machine and she said I'm Joan Baez, I answered her with I'm Bob Dylan. Boy was that the wrong thing to say. We wouldn't have got along anyway.
I was an usher at a multiplex movie theater in a mall when Star Wars first came out. It was my first job other than paper boy and local summer farm grunt. Milton Berle was putting on a show at a local venue and his management asked if the theater could have a private late night screening for his traveling crew and performers. Yes, he was still performing in the 70's. I stayed late to run the concession stand and after all his people had gotten what they wanted and gone in to see the movie he came over to cover the tab. He introduced himself and asked me a few questions about myself and then gave me a $20.00 tip and thanked me for staying late. He told me to get anything I wanted and put it on his bill and invited me to stay and watch the movie with his crew.
I remember him as being a real class act.
Dave Chapelle, in highschool I worked at a movie theater nearby yellow springs (he lives there) he's a nice guy and a lot quieter than you would expect. I even worked the red carpet event for his movie Block party but I only got a glimpse of him from across the lobby that time.
|I believe in the|
Ha, ha, that's great.
One night back in the early 80's I was talking to another ham on the radio and he told me his name was Samuel Morse. I came within an eyelash of saying "What a coincidence. I'm Thomas Edison!"
Fortunately, I did not. When I looked up his callsign, his name was Samuel F.B. Morse III.
Luckily, I have enough willpower to control the driving ambition that rages within me.
When you had the votes, we did things your way. Now, we have the votes and you will be doing things our way. This lesson in political reality from Lyndon B. Johnson
"Some things are apparent. Where government moves in, community retreats, civil society disintegrates and our ability to control our own destiny atrophies. The result is: families under siege; war in the streets; unapologetic expropriation of property; the precipitous decline of the rule of law; the rapid rise of corruption; the loss of civility and the triumph of deceit. The result is a debased, debauched culture which finds moral depravity entertaining and virtue contemptible." - Justice Janice Rogers Brown
My father met Milton Berle and said he was a very pleasant and great guy to be around. On the other hand, he worked with Jerry Lewis once and said he was the biggest asshole he ever met bar none and he met a lot of famous people. He could never watch the Muscular Dystrophy telethon after that.
"If you can't be a good example, then you'll have to be a horrible warning" -Catherine Aird
Bob Hoover of flying fame. It was around 1968 or 69, making me about 15yrs old. My dad was a private pilot who was friends with an executive pilot by the name of Bill Clevenger when we lived near Jackson Michigan. Bill was also friends with Bob. It just so happened that Bob Hoover had just flown into the Jackson airport with his Shrike Commander to stay a couple of days before flying up to Oshkosh WI to the Fly in airshow. Bill called my dad up to come out to airport to see Hoover's plane and take a check out ride in it since my dad was thinking about getting a twin engine rating. So long story short, I tagged along and got to meet Bob Hoover and took a ride in his plane while he was flying. Unfortunately he didn't do any aerobatics with us on board due to insurance and legal issues.
"Para ser libre, un hombre debe tener tres cosas, la tierra, una educacion y un fusil. Siempre un fusil !" (Emiliano Zapata)
|teacher of history|
Back in the mid 50's, we were at a horse auction and Jack Dempsey was there. I didn't know who he was, but my dad did. I really think my dad wanted to meet him and used me as an excuse. Anyway, we both got to shake hands with him. He had hands the size of tennis rackets or at least that is how I remember it.
Back in 86, I met Bill Elliott, Richard Petty, Dale Earnhardt and a bunch of other drivers.
I played basketball with a Redskin. It was Doug Williams he grew up not far from me he went to the black school and I went to the white school. When I played with him I think he had just started his pro career. He was in good shape better than me I smoked back then
And no, junior not being able to hold still for 5 seconds is not a disability.
Pete Maravich and his family lived across the street from my cousin when he was playing for LSU. I used to go over to their house when we visited my cousin. His mama was at my cousin's house one day and I walked in wearing short and she said you have knees just like Pete. Now for a high school basketball player that was a big deal. I told her I wish I had his talent instead of his knees.
And no, junior not being able to hold still for 5 seconds is not a disability.
Dennis Farina when he was still a Chicago Police Officer.
Had several conversations with him at Redamaks when it was located on Wells St. in Old Town.
Granted at that time he had only a bit part in a movie and had not yet achieved national notoriety.
Truly a very nice person, may he RIP.
The anticipation is often greater than the actual reward
I have met a few local sports celebs here in Tampa, Governor of Florida, Attorney General.
My inlaws have a place where the Bush family likes to vacation, I have gone to church with them a few times. Neat to see them just doing their thing. Never approached them, but sat a couple pews away.
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If they don’t keep exercising their lips, he thought, their brains start working.
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