Instead of us bragging on how we know a celebrity, how about our 'lamest claim to fame'. Something like: My wife's brother's ex wife used to work with a guy who knew John Wayne's gardener'

I'll start: My youngest niece went to school with Placido Domingo's great grand-daughter. I never met either but the two girls were best friends in elementary school.

I ran into Bill Russell in an airport once as a young adult. Asked him for his autograph. He just stared at me. So I shrugged my shoulders and went on my merry way.

If a picture is worth 1,000 words then is video 10,000 words?

Bad Brains, Munich FRG, 1983, punk rock concert. It's not in the vid but I was kissed on the cheek by a Bad Brain after a reggae dance line. Later the bearded guy chucked me off of the stage. That was cool and fine with me but my glasses were still on top of s speaker. So the specs had to be retrieved.

https://youtu.be/5ya_OHw5Qyc

Oh, also at a DOA concert in the FRG I knocked over my sister's beer (stagefront). She thought that the singer did it so she flipped him off and the enangered Joey Shithead poured out his beer on my sister's head. That was pretty funny but not for her.

Less friviously, an USAF (Ret) Lt Gen was the Best Man at my wedding. A casr of basking in reflected glory.

I posted in a thread that SIG228 also posted in.

I played poker with the San Antonio masked rapist and his brother back in 1979 before his troubles.

I just talked about posting in a thread that SIG228 posted in but didn't actually post.

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I posted in a thread that SIG228 also posted in.

Start watering.

Btw, I almost failed neuroanatomy in med school.

I'll recycle mine from the other thread...

I met Joe Biden last year working contracted overtime at a campaign event very early in his campaign. I work in a very liberal city in a liberal county so we get a lot of them. The campaign was surprised that we wouldn't just send some cops down for free to provide security, but eventually relented and paid for a couple of us.

After the event was over, Joe did make a point of coming over and talking to us. He was pleasant, but no great surprise, he did the whole handshake and touch your shoulder thing for entirely too long. Lived up to his creepy uncle Joe reputation. I do give him some credit for that because it was not a photo-op. Of course all it means is he's good at politics.

His security was surprisingly poor at the time. He had one guy, likely a retired USSS guy, that was armed and a couple of campaign folks that were more like bouncers, and that was it.

Now, last election, I worked a Hilary event and she wouldn't even acknowledge us. A buddy worked one where Bill came into town and said that he walked right up to him in a hallway, shook his hand, and made small talk.

My Murphy Brown claim would fit better here.

Miss America threw a beer bottle at me.

Yes, alcohol was involved, but not consumed by me.

Actually, at the time, she wasn't Miss America yet, but won a few years later.

Good thing she missed me!
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According to an Uber driver, I sat in the same seat Steven Tyler used two weeks previously.

According to the forecaddie my drive on one of the par fives at Isleworth Country Club in Orlando landed ten yards past where Bubba Watson had driven his ball the week before.

The forecaddie could have had the good grace not to mention we hadn't played from the same tees.

 
It took me 7 semesters to pass 4 semesters of French in college (2nd year French is 63-64, and 64 is only offered in the second semester). Since I failed 64 my Sophomore year, I had to wait another year for the second semester to take it again (that was the Junior year of school). Failed 64 again and had to wait until second semester of my Senior year to take it again, failed again. I had signed up for the same instructor, scheming that she wouldn't fail a second semester Senior. Wrong! I finally passed it in summer school following my Senior year. Funny thing is, there was only one instructor teaching it in summer school, and you can guess who that was.
 
I had signed up for French as my modern language requirement since I had had two years of French in high school. I breezed through French 1-2 my Freshman year of college, coasting on what I already knew. French 63-64 required me to do some actual work, and I hated language lab.

My youngest sister is married to Linda Ronstadt's cousin. He's a nice guy, though.

I used to work in the same factory as Ashton Kutcher's dad. There's a big nothing biscuit for you, but Larry was a pretty decent guy.

My stepson’s ex girlfriend’s grandfather was Pat Boone.

I didn’t like the girl, and never met Pat

My friends sister worked for the small air service that flew billy joel around. She offered to let people come to the airport to see billy joel as he boarded a flight- I didn't go.

When I was looking for a house in the Houston area, the sales agent in some subdivision said that Art Howe; former manager of the Houston Astros, Oakland A's, and NY Mets; lived in the development.

(In spite of this nugget of information, we did not buy in that subdivision.)

I was stationed in Japan when "Traitor Vik" defected with his MiG-25 Foxbat fighter to Hakodate, Japan.