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The question was...

The question was: have you ever met a celebrity?

In the early 90s I was having Derby Day breakfast at the in spot. I couldn't understand why everyone was looking at me. People heading for the bathroom kept walking out of their way to come by my table. Finally, I asked my friend across the table if my hair was on fire. (That would make sense if you have ever lived in Louisville and have spent Oaks Day and night in a 24 hour party.)

She gestured that I should turn around and as I did the person behind me turned to see why I was moving. I then spent a few seconds face to face with Bo Derek.

This was later refered to as the time Temple of Me had breakfast with Bo Derek. Pleasantries were exchanged. My friend was not impressed with Derek's eyes. We laughed a bit about how well traveled our back corner of the restaurant had become. We talked a bit about the Derby and Kentucky with Derek, her police escort and her mother. (Where Bo obviously got her cheekbones.)

That's the long fanboy story. I had a quickie with Joe Jackson at a bookstore in Montreal. He was early to his book signing and the staff didn't have a back room for him to wait. So he was hiding out in the calendars. I didn't want to disturb him, but I just had to sidle up and say, "Thanks for Jumpin' Jive." A bit of surprised laughter and he said I was welcome.

The biggest celebrity I ever had the chance to talk to was Muhammad Ali. In the early 80s I was in the lobby of the city newspaper.Ali walked in with two men and simply took over the building. He sat down on the lobby couch and told his men to put the boxes of religious books beside him. He then waited while the word spread. For the next couple of hours he just sat there and signed and chatted with everyone from the lowly new clerk (me) to the publisher.

Being first I staked out a chair beside him and listened as he commanded a room with simply his presence. When he spoke it wasn't much more than a whisper, but he never played to the room. His attention was focused on whoever was sitting beside him. You had his full attention. His agenda wasn't sell books or promote himself. He obviously just needed to spread his beliefs.



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