:The challenge was to tell us about an unusual meeting with a famous person—giving as many details as possible! Here are a few answers given in the comments section of the blog I published the prompt in. If you have a longer story to tell, please put it in a blog and send me a link in comments. Once my appetite for stories has been partially sated, I’ll tell you mine. It just awaits telling. Here are a few early answers to the prompt;
I consider my entire life to be a bizarre circumstance. I met Sir Edmund Hillary at Arapaho Basin. We were in line for hamburgers being grilled over a woodfire halfway down the mountain.
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I’ve only met one – Duncan Renaldo! Who, you ask? Better known to my generation as The Cisco Kid. I even did a lil blog about my encounter. (Read about Forgottenman’s interesting encounter, with a picture, by clicking on the link below:
https://okcforgottenman.wordpress.com/2019/04/23/the-day-the-cisco-kid-rode-into-town/
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Tiffany Arp-Daleo has a very interesting twist at the end of her story:
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Due to the nature of my work in the old country, I’ve had to work with quite a few famous people (please don’t see it as bragging – it was my job!). When the Perestroika opened the borders, they started trickling here one by one to perform. I have many stories of their first encounters with America, but I think the funniest was the visit of the late great MIchail Zhvanetsky, the foremost Russian satirist, who always requested my borscht when he came to Miami. Having enjoyed the borscht, this time he wanted to be taken to one of the restaurants “with Spanish music” on South Beach. We went to Il Paparazzi, famous for its Northern Italian cuisine, and I translated the menu. He wanted Veal Parmigiano. As soon as the wines were discussed and his choice presented, he requested that it be warmed up. That was a shock which the sommelier managed to bear with a smile because I explained that our guest had a slight throat coarseness after his show and needed warm red wine.
Then the food came. He demanded soy sauce – in a posh Italian restaurant. The Chef ran out of the kitchen, brandishing a ladle dripping with tomato sauce, screaming, “I am Chef Vittorio! There is no soy sauce in my restaurant!” By the time we calmed him down and explained that our guest was a Russian celebrity, who might be allowed his quirks, the veal was stone cold. Chef Vittorio, understanding the importance of international relations, sent someone to the nearby Japanese restaurant for soy sauce and prepared a brand new plate of Veal Parmigiano, delivered by the Chef himself with a flourish.
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I love this story!!! We need more. I’m going to blog this unless you want to do so and I’ll put a link on my blog. I asked for it. No way do I see it as bragging. I just thought it would be a fun prompt. Wait until you see mine! One of them you already have seen. You do such a good and thorough job on your posts, Dolly. Always a pleasure.
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