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Yesterday, while waiting for a bus, I struck up a conversation with a pleasant fellow who let me know in no uncertain terms that he had played a role in the ouster of Panamanian dictator Manuel Noriega back in 1989.

Of course this came up as we were talking about the weather.

I mentioned how it was finally going to hit 50 and he observed that Panama is hotter. Within moments he had the embassy surrounded and was playing heavy metal at peak volume in an attempt to force out el Presidente.

The bus came before the story was complete and I didn’t think it would be smart to follow him to his seat to get the rest. Even a former intelligence officer has to show some discretion. I had already forced him to reveal precious details through my clever climate-directed questioning, and there’s no way to safely discuss covert ops on the 825 into downtown Minneapolis. At least there’s no way to do it where you’ll FEEL safe.

After I spent more time than I wanted to thinking about Manuel Noriega, it occurred to me that we probably stand next to strangers each and every day who have done things that we would find utterly amazing and perhaps unbelievable, if we only knew.

After all, astronauts go to the grocery store to get milk out of the same case we do. Diplomats, crisis negotiators and brain surgeons stand in line behind us when we’re picking up fast food French fries. Billionaires go to movies. Great actors and brilliant inventors stop to hold the door for us and we hardly notice it. But it would be impractical and impolite to try to draw a biography out of every person you encounter.

I was waiting for my wife to pick me up at the airport a few weeks ago when Joe Mauer came out, loaded down with baggage, and stood alongside. He seemed like he wanted to strike up a conversation with me but then thought better of it, realizing that I’m probably tired of making small talk with strange admirers.

It’s true, I am. But for him I would have made an exception.

How close have you stood to greatness?

74 thoughts on “Accomplished Strangers”

  1. Morning all! Funny story, Dale… having just taken the bus myself yesterday, it’s probably a true story too!

    Thanks to having a father involved in politics when I was younger and then being the manager in charge of authors at B. Dalton years ago, I’ve met some names over the years: Eugene McCarthy, Thomas Eagleton, Paul Wellstone, Jimmy Carter, Roslyn Carter (boy, is security tight even AFTER someone has lived in the White House). I’ve also had the chance to talk w/ Robert Schuller, Garrison Keillor, Leo Buscaglia, Brooke Sheilds, Max Weinberg and even Gary Larson. And, of course, I know Dale Connelly!

    Gosh… just think what might have rubbed off on me from all these hot shots!

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  2. Rise and Shake the Celebrities Hand Baboons:

    Over the years I’ve met a few Celebs/Famous People. However, due to my place of employment and unlike Dale’s bus “friend,” I cannot talk about it. TOP SECRET. Chemical Dependency Treatment Centers frown on their employees saying, “Guess who I met at work today.” However, it never failed to amaze me that these big celebs who so valued their privacy, still arrive at the TOP SECRET facility in a stretch limo that you would have to be blind to miss! Those limos scream “LOOK AT ME. I’M RICH AND IMPORTANT.”

    However, outside of that I’ve met George McGovern because his niece was, and still is, a close friend of mine from my school days. I also used to work at the Grand Rapids (MN) Public Library at the front desk. There I met Hugh Beaumont–dad from Leave It To Beaver, and Karl Rolvaag, an ex-governor of MN. Somebody also accidentally dropped off in the book drop a first edition autographed book by Mark Twain, not a person but certainly quite a sight.

    Off to the day.

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    1. Was the ex-governor any relation to the author (Giants in the Earth)? Read that book in college and was suddenly freaked out by the amount of sky overhead in western Iowa.

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    2. My mom was a CD counselor at West Hills Lodge in Owatonna. She always demonstrated respect for the confidentiality of those who stayed in that treatment center. Many years after her retirement she did divulge a couple of names to me (after I gave my oath that I would keep the information a secret).

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  3. my life will always be filled with sounds of songs from the LGMS and RH –
    Christine Lavin:
    “A small town in the Rockies
    The Snake River Grill
    My friend and I were leaving
    We were stuffed to the gills
    We walked toward the exit
    The door swung open wide
    Another couple is coming in
    Now I’m eye to eye with

    Harrison Ford
    The only living movie star I’ve ever adored
    Harrison Ford
    He’s stepping back, he’s holding the door
    Harrison Ford
    Takes all my concentration not to fall on the floor
    At the feet of that fabulous mega-movie star
    Harrison Ford (sigh)”

    more lyrics but now you’ve got the idea.
    a gracious good morning to You All!

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  4. I tend to be clueless as to celebrities-my encounters tend to involve someone after the fact saying, OMG, that was Yul Brenner! at which point, good breeding prevents one from cranking one’s head around to gape.

    I did get pretty close and personal doing costume fittings, and you cross a lot of well-known paths in DC, but discretion prevents me from saying more.

    I used to run around the Kennedy Center dressing room area with a load of costumes, and Placido Domingo once got the door for me-whole different lifetime ago.

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    1. You remind me that I once recognized a fellow shopper in a gift store as Sarah Jane Olsen (aka Kathleen Soliah), who had just been “outed” and would soon serve a prison sentence for trying to blow up some cops when she was a young radical. The only polite thing to do at such a moment is to pretend you didn’t recognize her and let her shop in peace.

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      1. In my experience, most persons of notariety, be it for good or ill, would prefer that response. The performers I have known want you to see, buy and enjoy their work, but at the end of the day, just want to get on with the rest of their lives. I think most of us feel that way about our work life intruding on our outside-of-work lives.

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  5. Top of the mornin’ to all the Irish baboons.

    I went to school with Maria Shriver. When I was the new kid in 7th grade, she sat behind me in most classes. The brush with greatness is tainted by the memory of the time she looped the venetian blind cord around my neck and tightened it. I got in trouble for making noise as she pulled the noose close. Nothing happened to her. For a while my son summed up the event by saying, “Arnold Schwartnegger’s wife tried to murder my mother.”

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      2. thanks, Steve – i’m just in from the morning cares and oh my. those two littles are about as cute as i can remember. each year i think, well these are the cutest. they are eating Alba out of house and home – and Alba is doing much, much better this morning. what a good momma she is. Steve will try to record a little bit today but i don’t think he can post videos on the blog (because it’s a “free” site that comes with our econo-satellite internet package)

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      3. displaying my technical ignorance here, but what would be involved in getting the videos uploaded to YouTube and then linking them?

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      4. yes, Steve said he can do that. maybe soon.
        just got word that one of the Goat Ladies’ member’s barn burned to the ground – not her goat barn but the one where show dogs and meat goats were. uffda.

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  6. I once insulted Harry Truman so deeply that he had a hissy fit for several minutes. I stood by Eugene McCarthy and had a letter exchange with him. Met Paul Wellstone. As a kid, I hunted snakes with my across-the-street neighbor, Nick Nolte. In college I was a casual friend of Peter Cohen, who became Peter Coyote, the guy who narrates so many PBS documentaries. I’ve chatted with Leo Kottke several times. I’ve cooked for Pat Donohue.

    Some of those people might be considered great; some not so much.

    When I think of famous people I like to remember that in my college dorm there was a bunch of loser dweebs who played bridge all day. They never went to class. They didn’t drink or date or do anything, really, except play bridge. You could safely write the whole lot off as a bunch of losers. One of them was Norb Brue, who seems to be doing well with his chain of bagel restaurants, Brueggers.

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    1. Bagel Boy in SF is better than Bruegger’s. Ask anyone.

      Bert Blyleven, Jay Leno, Garrison, Jim Ed, Dale, Mike – these are some of my brushes. All nice guys. When I spotted Julianne Moore at the MOMA in NY, I left her completely alone, even though I was dying to ask her where she found her boots. Oh yeah – I talked to Jimmie JJ Walker on the phone once. And of course the illustrious baboons are right up there!

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  7. I love the idea that the guy next to you has a story to tell. I will carry that with me for a while. Famous guys always remind me of how normal we all are. Politicians artists inventors business giants authors heroes and great folks in general remind us it is doable and to be aware that the world does care about what you put your energy into.good seeing Anna and sherrilee at Jasper fford last night. Happy st pattys all.

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  8. I used to have to do some bus travel, not city bus. There you could not escape the story teller who sat next to you. Would people such as they claimed to be travel by Greyhound? Never ever in all my plane travel, which was a lot for a dozen years, did I ever sit next to a story teller.
    I have known greatness in small esoteric arenas–track and field, the Lutheran church, science (couple of Nobelists at the U of Chi), management (a man who turned down the job of retooling the top level of IBM), medicine, one great baseball player (Lou Brock), and once “practiced” with three H-o-Famers on the 49ers. I found they all had great powers of focus, and all were down-to-earth people when you had them in private, off their various fields of play.

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  9. Good morning to all:

    Norm, my friend from college days, was a very devoted follower of Blue Grass and old time country music. He was actually the president of the Bill Monroe fan club. I went with Norm to hear Bill Monroe and Norm introduced me to Bill. It was brief encounter, but I did get to shake Bill’s hand. In my mind that is probably as close as I have come to being near greatness.

    I am a big fan of Dean McGraw. Dean sat in with the Orange Mighty Trio at the Cedar and I visited briefly with Dean in the dressing room at the Cedar. This was also a brief encounter because it seems Dean can’t stay in on place for very long and he wasn’t there very long.

    I can remember having a reaction similar to Christine Lavin’s when having a close encounter with some famous person, but can’t remember who that was. I went to the same restaurant that Garrison was at following a Prairie Home Companion show that I attended. I could hear him laughing it up with members of the Battle Field Band in another room of the restaurant, but didn’t go in there. I wanted to at least peak into that room, but I think that would have been rude.

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    1. thanks, VS – they look like little stuffed animals today – and there’s a lot of spastic jumping and bouncing and falling going on. i’ll tell Steve you like his photos – thanks again.

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      2. Daughter, home sick from school today, concurs that the new little ones are very cute. I just want to snuggle them! Glad all are doing well.

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    2. Me too – and I especially liked the caption where Dream reminds Alba that she doesn’t “do” babysitting. 🙂

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  11. Except for purposeful meetings with greatness (see above: going to author readings to meet the likes of Jasper Fforde, who is very funny, and Miss Manners, who is also very funny, and Marge Piercy, who is less funny but very smart), I tend to be in mig’s camp – oh, that’s ____! One book signing that did get me a brush with royalty was when one of the Norwegian Princesses was in town reading from her children’s book – went with Grandma and 3-year-old Daughter. She was lovely. And now I can say I have a book signed by royalty.

    In a fit of true geekiness, and because I could, when I was helping to plan programming for a local science fiction convention, my friends and I asked Neil Gaiman if he would sit on a panel discussion with us (he was a guest of honor at the convention). He obligingly said yes, so I got to sit next to him for about an hour and deconstruct one of his books using Joseph Campbell’s hero myth structure as a background…great fun. And very nerdy.

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    1. I read poetry on the same panel with Neil at the Southdale Library years ago. I remember that he read his fairy-tale horror poem “Mr. Fox,” and that he skipped the post-panel dinner at Uno’s with us geeks. Later on, at a convention panel about censorship, I got to embarrass him for making an ill-considered remark about librarians (pencils in hairbuns were mentioned, I think; I in my Goth buckle boots and tattoos immediately spoke up. Never seen a man turn that shade of red!). I’ve also met and talked to Ursula K. LeGuin, Samuel Delany, Judith Merril, Forrest Ackerman et al, and missed the chance to talk to others, like Jack Williamson, because I was too young to really know who they were. Every so often you’ll run across someone with ridiculous amounts of attitude, but usually writers are fairly shy and quite nice people, and if you don’t ask egregiously stupid questions like “How do I get published?” they’re happy to talk.

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      1. I recall Mr. Gaiman, about half way through the panel saying something along the lines of “for you lot, this is a parlor game that you play all the time…I just wrote the thing…” (he seemed amused more than anything else by our antics – and gracious).

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  12. I marched past Hubert Humphrey several years in a row at the Worthington Turkey Day parade, but you don’t get too close to the parade guests of honor when you are in the band. My cousin married Bobby V’s niece and he was at the wedding. He was kind of short. I met Igor Stravinsky’s widow at an art exhibition in Paris in 1979. I also got a good view of Margaret Thatcher’s backside as she charged into her Downing St. residence. I think that is the most greatness I can recall at this hour.

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  13. Thanks, Dale, for the topic…I’ve often thought the same things about strangers around me, but also from the other side…my side…a woman came into the office with a poster to hang advertising an event with Robert Bly. She proceeded to tell me all about Robert and how important he was…while I listened I remembered the family dinners, the holiday dinners, the parties, birthdays, a wedding and funeral I attended with Robert and his family…the lovely evenings listening to him try out poems on us, a tour of Ireland with him, people I met because of Robert include Seamus Heaney, Galway Kinnell, Louis Jenkins, Bill Holm, Carol Bly…to name the ones I can recall at the moment. Meanwhile the woman never once asked me if I knew who she was talking about.

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    1. Funny! Since you know/knew Robert and Bill, do you know the poet John Rezmerski as well? He’s a friend of mine.

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      1. I don’t know John Rezmerski…I hung out with Ruth and Robert when they lived in Moose Lake, perhaps John is part of the Mpls folks? But how did I forget to mention that John Densmore, the Doors drummer, was on the Ireland tour with us. My, my, I got carried away with the writers…

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      3. I have had some contact with John Rezmerski. He was one of the story tellers that preformed at a benefit for our Sustainable Farming Assoc. chapter a number of years ago. Also, I have visited with him about The Fredrick Manfred Read which he authored and I have a copy of one of his books of poetry.

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      4. I have met John. He’s very friendly and a nice guy to chat with. I hung out with a group including John and Bill Holm after a show one night… would have liked to be on Bill’s Christmas card list…

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      5. It seems that we have a small Rezmerski fan club among the Babooners. I think John is a teacher at Gustavus Adolphus College in St. Peter, or was several years back when I was in contact with him.

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  14. Having worked in public/convention/arena complexes for most of my career, I’ve seen many individuals that the public at large pays money to see…but, essentially, from a distance. Being one of the ‘building guys,’ we’re usually relegated to being ‘behind the curtain,’ and famous folks don’t really treat us the same as they do the admiring crowds out front. Plus, not being with the promoter’s agency or one of the building’s higher up’s…just one of the front-line guys, I’m definitely one of the ‘little people.’ One who sees the reality behind the show but isn’t high enough on the ladder to have the business type of relationship that famous people also need to foster. It’s an interesting dichotomy.

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  15. MANY years ago I was at a conference in Denver. I couldn’t afford the banquet, but I did get on the elevator to go down to hear the after dinner speaker. There was this little old guy with inch-thick lenses on his glasses in the elevator. We said hello. He asked polite questions about where I was from and what I was doing in Denver. I made inane comments about wanting to hear the conference speaker. We got off on the main floor.

    I went into the banquet room and found an empty seat at a table near the front. Some big shot got up to welcome us all and introduce the speaker. After a fulsome introduction of R. Buckminster Fuller, the little old guy with the heavy glasses from the elevator stood up behind the podium that almost hid him.

    Ever since, I’ve wondered how I would have acted, what I would have said, or what I would have asked if I’d recognized Bucky Fuller in that elevator.

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    1. How many years ago? I remember Bucky coming to the CU Boulder campus every spring for a forum. Never got close though.

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  16. Sorry to post so often. I’ve got a bunch of nervous energy about something that will happen, and it feels good to write. When I edited an outdoorsman’s magazine, I had contact with folks who thought they were great and some folks who truly were (such as Dave Mech, the world’s most eminent wolf biologist).

    When Jimmy Carter ran against Gerald Ford in the 1976 presidential race, I knew sportsmen would favor Ford because Republicans like guns more than Democrats. So our magazine ran an article by Ford and one by Carter (both written by staff stooges, I’m sure) about guns. I wanted my readers to know that Jimmy Carter enjoyed hunting waterfowl and quail. I talked to Jody Powell, Carter’s brilliant young press agent, describing the article we needed. “Hell,” said Powell, “that’s simple. If we can’t get our shit together to get you a little story like that we don’t deserve to win this thing.”

    And I just remembered. The most surreal evening of my life was the one spent with Sally Ordway, she who famously “stamped her foot” and demanded that a theater should be built and carry her name. A story for another time.

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    2. When I worked at the Ordway as an usher, there was a also a story that Mrs. Ordway also firmly requested that the women’s rooms at the theater be large enough that she wouldn’t have to wait in a long line at intermission…

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  17. Fun story, Dale – I met some real characters on the bus back in the day.

    I was standing in the Starbuck’s line out at MSP several years ago when a woman behind me and I started talking… She was returning home (Seattle?) after singing the night before, and I asked innocently,
    What kind of music do you sing?
    Mostly folk.
    Oh, what is your name?
    Sally Rogers.
    THE Sally Rogers??? Lovely Agnes?
    Yes, you know it?
    By now I am so excited I almost forget to order, and she stays right there with me, doesn’t seem to mind. I do manage to tell her that our monthly “Song Circle” group (get together at someone’s house with guitars and food, and we sing all the good old songs) was just singing “Agnes” et al…

    Other than that, I got to know Louise Erdrich while working at her Birchbark Books, and met some celebrated people who would show up there – Walter Mondale, Winona Laduke, authors who would do reading/signings.

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    1. I made a fool of myself when told Jessica Lange was in the local health food store the same time I was…I had been so busy looking at her gorgeous daughter, that I failed to notice…then became embarrasingly self conscious when Jessica was pointed out.

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  18. I played golf with Tino Litteri, goalie for the Minnesota Kicks soccer team during the 1980s, sometime in the late 1980s at Braemar golf course in Edina. Just the two of us. He was greatness to me because 1- he was an excellent goaltender, and 2- I was a mediocre soccer goalie in high school and went to a lot of Kicks games when the franchise was here.

    Another brush with greatness occured when I attended the Solheim Cup at Interlaken Country Club several years ago. I was wandering the course and happened to stop behind two women. Upon closer inspection, it turns out the two were Kari Webb and Helen Alfredsson, two of the better women golfers of that time (Webb is considered one of the greats, Alfredsson not far behind.)

    I made some inane comment to the pair, tryng to make small talk, and of course their reactions were disdainful looks and immediate withdrawal from my proximity, no doubt because their base instincts perceived me as some sort of nut job who stalked women pro golfers ( I can assure you I am not a stalker of anyone).

    Pales in comparison to my buddy’s meeting Arnold Palmer at the Bob Hope golf tournament in Palm Springs, chatting with him for a brief minute about Arnold’s grandson, Sam Saunders, an aspiring pro, and getting Arnold’s autograph on his visor. Now THAT’S greatness.

    And I won’t bore you with all my encounters with jazz greats such as Dizzy Gillespie, Thad Jones, Phil Woods, when I played in the University of Minnesota Jazz Ensemble and they were the guests artists with us. I also was a fellow freshman with guitar genius Pat Metheny at the University of Miami in 1973-74, but never met him, just got to listen to him for free many times. I was too awed by his talent and wouldn’t have been able to utter a coherent sentence. 🙂

    Chris in Owatonna

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  19. I once waited in line at Rudolph’s Bar-B-Q with Dave Moore. No one made a big fuss, and he didn’t look like he expected one. He seemed like a pretty regular guy.

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    1. We went to a Saint Paul Saints ball game and sat just in front of Dave. Cool guy, and he sure loved outdoor baseball.

      That was the night of the most infamous promotional failure in the history of that ball club. The Saints management, to add entertainment to the game, brought in about a dozen mimes. Their humor just didn’t click with the Saints crowd. By the time the patrons were feeling their beers they got up a loud cheer that drowned out everything: “KILL THE MIMES! KILL THE MIMES!”

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      1. That doesn’t seem like such a failure to me – it at least succeeded in being memorable!

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  20. I always thought we had a real dark celebrity in Luverne when I was a kid. Whenever my dad would see this decrepit man walking down the street to the bar, he would tell me “There goes the man who planned the Brinks Robbery”. I believed him for many years untuil I finally realized that dad was making a joke.

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    1. Yes, fine. At least here on Aldrich Ave. I could see the flames from the gas fire from my office perch at 494 and Penn. Scary. It was out, I guess, by the time I left the office to work from home. (Daughter is home sick, so if there was any drama at school with some of the schools keeping kids indoors, she missed it…)

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      1. As a reference, we are probably about a mile away – but the hole in the road created by the gas explosion (from what I could see on the news) wasn’t even the width of the road, so most of the flames went straight up and not out. And not much right next to the fire – there is a Cub, but it is set back off the road, and no houses right there. Most buildings at least a block away or so. Phew.

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  22. Okay, I’ve got two more stories that fit with Dale’s theme today. And I’m still buzzed and eager to post.

    Charles Kuralt traveled the US in a camper with a photographer named Izzy to shoot “On the Road” segments. One time (in Maine, I think) they saw an accident about to happen. A boat with a small child in it had broken free and was drifting toward trouble. Izzy responded heroically, rushing into the water to get the boat. With the help of a woman on the dock, he got the boat secured.

    Driving away from that dock, Izzy was morose. He finally said to Kuralt, “Do you know who that woman was on the dock?”

    “That was Katherine Hepburn, I believe.”

    Izzy stared ahead in gloom. “Yes. She’s the best actress this country ever produced, and I’ve worshiped her all my adult life. And just now I met my idol. I even SPOKE to her. That will never happen again. And what did I say? I yelled, ‘Would you grab that damned line?‘”

    A friend knows two Americans who got invited to some posh dinner at some old three-story manor house in the English countryside. You’ve seen that kind of dinner in movies: the table probably seats 20 guests.

    After the meal, the two Americans were chattering with agitation.

    “Do you know who was at that dinner?” said one. “Hayley Mills! Oh, God, I’ve had a crush on her since I was a kid! I can’t believe it! Hayley Mills was AT OUR TABLE!”

    His friend said, “Yes, she was. Do you remember the woman sitting on your left? You spent the evening talking to the woman on your right, but the one on the left . . . well, that was Hayley. I think you lit a cigarette for her but turned right back to the one on your right.”

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  24. Afternoon–

    I used to work as a stagehand at the local civic center… so I’ve ‘seen’ lots of performers. Stood next to the guy who’s back John Denver touched! (That’s my favorite story just because it’s so convoluted and ridiculous….). Pushed Kenny Rogers to the stage in a box once…
    Talked briefly w/ Dana Carvey way back when…

    At the theater conference last week there were lots of famous theater people. Designers mostly… some are very friendly and would ask us as many questions as we were asking them.
    One guy I sat next to at a speech… didn’t recognize his name, even got him a bag of popcorn, and we chatted a bit… he didn’t say much. I think I insulted him when I asked what he taught (he’s written books on scenic design) and when he got up and left he didn’t even say ‘Good bye’. Well.
    (A friend told me his books were boring anyway…)

    Riding the shuttle bus from the airport to the hotel I met a kid from Canada that is a gas company engineer but also an acrobat and wants to work with cirque du soleil, so he met with them. I bet he’ll be famous some day. I’ve got his card.

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    1. Oh, and the president of ETC (A lighting and rigging company) and some other big shots were on the same flight home as me. (They’re based in Madison WI)

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  25. I’ve met or been introduced to quite a long list of musicians from our folk world. Some were really wonderful, nice people who likely forgot me within a few minutes. Some barely said hello. I met Tom Paxton at the first concert we organized at Shattuck-St. Mary’s in Faribault (1992). Tom is really a kind and generous man who lives according to the messages in his songs. I sold a pile of CDs for him and he gave me a signed one for my efforts. After that concert, I got drunk on wine at a friend’s house with Rosalie Sorrels. (Not Rosalie, just me.) She was wonderful too. She was very wise and very tolerant of my foolishness. I wish I hadn’t gotten drunk. I could have put that precious time to much better use.

    I’ve been fortunate enough to meet many, many others. The list is long and I might forget someone, so I’m going to stop.

    I just got caught up on posts from over the last week. It’s been a really busy time here. In the past week I’ve been a telecommunications specialist, an IT geek, a public information officer for the DNR, a building maintenance supervisor, a meeting planner and an adviser on land protection options. We really are doing more with less.

    Congratulations on the new arrivals, BiB! The little ones are adorable!

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    1. thanks, KiW – now if i could just get Alba to eat. i had some really nice, high-protein, high nutrition stuff out for her in a place where i thought only Alba and the littles could reach. earlier i went out and to my pleasure, it was all gone. but then i realized that Grandma Dream had somehow snaked that telescoping neck of hers (must have been extremely uncomfortable!) and had scarfed it all because i filled the feeder, put it on another part of the pen that really SHOULD be unreachable by Dream and when i came out again it had not been touched. Dreamy says “burp”

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