Here are the stories people told me about their unusual meetings with famous people:
18m ago The Poet’s Public Record
I pissed off Miss People’s Republic of China once, by out-modeling her at her own fashion show. The designer invited me to China for the new spring line. I knew better! 🤣
27m ago SERENDIPITY – SEEKING INTELLIGENT LIFE ON EARTH – teepee12.com
When I was 14 I was in the hospital (Columbia Presbyterian) in Manhattan. Eleanor Roosevelt was in there too — for the last time because she died a few weeks later. I met her in the elevator, each in our wheelchairs. I was too shy to have a conversation except to tell her that I enormously admired her. I was just 14 and she was so important.
Second? Getting to actually know Alfred Eisenstadt and actually spending time with him. He greatly changed and hugely improve my concept of photography.
He put on a good show
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Haha, it’s been a long time since I thought about Tiny Tim! 🌷
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Me, too. Haven’t tiptoed through the tulips for years.
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Personal life. Married three times, his last wife was a former fan, who met him when she made a documentary about his life and career. One of his later supporters was radio talk show host Howard Stern. Tiny Tim died in 1996, after suffering a heart attack during a performance. He was buried with both a ukulele and a single tulip in his coffin. As his career went on, “Tulips” became the only song he still performed in a falsetto voice, the rest of his act was in his natural baritone. Tiny Tim’s last words were “No, I’m not.” He was responding to the question “Are you feeling alright?”.
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We tend too much to remember brilliant people for a single absurdity. Jackie Gleason played the classical trumpet like silk and was a tragic actor skilled enough to make even the most hard boiled trucker clear his throat and blink hard. What do we remember him for? “Right to the moon, Alice!”
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I saw Jackie Gleason in Kenya. I was in a game preserve, I believe, taking a walk and I walked by a cabin. A man was sitting on the porch and I glanced at him and it was Jackie Gleason! I can’t remember if this was in 1967 or 1973–the two times I was in Kenya. I sorta think it was the earlier date.
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Not too far past his heyday.
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He was sitting quietly on his porch surveying the scene.
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