Brushes with fame....a continuing thread from PattyL's post....
"It's so beautifully arranged on the plate - you know someone's fingers have been all over it. ~Julia Child"
I've only had one brush with celebrity. Living in Nebraska, we don't get many celebs here, and when we do, they are pretty close guarded.
I was in 8th grade, about 13 years old. My best friend and I found out that a famous singer was at the local pop radio station so we asked her mom to take us down there to see if we could get an autograph. We just entered the lobby to the buidling, and lo & behold, the elevator opens and off walks WEIRD AL YANKOVIC! (Yes, this is the celeb we went down to meet.) I thought I would be so cool & calm, but I just started screaming & jumping up and down, yelling "There he is! There he is! It's Weird Al!"
My friend was quiet as could be. Now, mind you, there were a total of 5 people in that lobby. Weird Al, his bodyguard, my friend, her mom & me. So I'm sure I looked and sounded pretty crazy.
He was thrilled to give us his autograph. In my little datebook, he wrote: "Dear Jolene, Stay Demented. Weird Al" LOL! I still have that datebook somewhere... 
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Wow, we are a bunch of almost celebs, huh? Here is mine. My dad was a rock'n'roll pioneer disc jockey, well known in the '50's. While he was jockeying in NYC, (where he did a very well known Wake-a-thon where he stayed awake in a Times Square Army recruiting office, for over 200 hours) he had mant celebs to our apartment in Forest Hills, Queens. Among them remember the Four Lads, who also sang his radio show theme song..."The Curly Headed Kid in the Third Row"...Tony Bennett, and the McGuire sisters. Remember Rin Tin Tin and the kid Rusty on the show? Well, he was having his 13th birthday at the Waldorf Astoria and we went to that. I have pictures of my brothers and myself on stage with Lt. Rip Masters, Rusty, Rinny and his handler, and the other major players on the show. I was about 4 then. Also, when I was 5, I was "married" to Rick Nelson. I would come home from kindergarten, throw open the door and yell, "Ricky, I'm home"! Ironically, when he died in that plane crash, he was pronounced dead at the same hosptial where I was born...St. Michaels, in Texarkana on the border of Texas and Arkansas. I get that that was not a brush with anything, but thought it was eerie about my supercrush on him and how my beginning and his end crossed paths. Finally, my fathers first cousin was Francis Cardinal Spellman...the late Archbishop of NY. Thats my story. What's yours??

